New Category

Hey Guys, this is a category that is a little bit easier for me to update... Its going to be the Quote Of The Week, otherwise known as QOTW. To kick it off, we will start with my all time favorite quoter! OSCAR WILDE!!!

We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.
Oscar Wilde

And because I couldn't help it a few more:

I can resist anything but temptation.
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan, 1892, Act I

But what is the difference between literature and journalism?...Journalism is unreadable and literature is not read. That is all.
Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist, 1891

Perspective Poetry

I thought I stood alone, reaching out to nothing.
I stretched my limbs, and still touched nothing.
My world was bleak, and I thought there was nothing.
My head hung low, and I hoped I’d feel nothing.

Somehow time passed, and nothing seemed to change.
The sun climbed and rain fell, but still nothing seemed to matter.
I remained entrenched to the spot, and nothing could get me to move.
I ate, slept, and breathed, and nothing ended the monotony.

Then, one day a limb grew, and something bloomed.
The roots holding me began to stretch and groan.
I stood taller, prouder, and more significantly, I stood beautifully.
Nothing had really changed except one thing.

I had lifted my head and commenced to hope.
Knowing that today is vanished and tomorrow may not arrive.
I learned all in one moment,
I wasn’t alone and never had been.

I discovered perspective is everything.

Brief Wisdom

Live like you're dying; because, one day you might die without having lived.

Canonized Realizations

The canyons are beautiful. There are lines indicating a history past and things to come. Right on the top is a new line forming, adding onto the history that was found below it. It is a colorful crater, lines weaving, rocks jutting, and dust swirling. We will never know what comes after this line that is being created while we live. It is not in our purpose. At the base of the canyon is a teeny tiny river; and, it takes your breath away knowing it was once grand enough to be God’s tool in creation of something so huge and magnificent. Glancing at the river, you want to ask it, “little river did you do this all on your own?” But upon closer inspection of the river, you can see the white rapids churning where it hits the rocks below. There was no need to ask because you know that although it has decreased in size, it is no less fierce and still every bit as great.

The canon begins to disappear behind the clouds and the remaining bottom that you desire to see begins to disappear from view. The view begins to mist over before becoming completely opaque. Don’t panic though, seeing the bottom will only occur upon your death, and I’m not sure it is your time. Nonetheless, even if it were, you will be God’s creation. Maybe in the laughter of the ones you love, or a breeze in the middle of the desert. You will be back and you will see. For now, Thank God. Live, learn, and laugh.

What I Learned

What I learned

Little girls learn early on that marriage is the goal. They romanticize and idealize an institution that guarantees nothing. Though thought to be permanent, it rarely is. Divorce is always an option.

Momma told me, “never to count on nothin’. Marriage don’t last and love fades.” She said few things in life are certain. She never told me that death was certain, that was always understood. But she said what was: pain and heartbreak. She told me of the pain caused by love. Like a rotted tooth aching, pulsing, reminding you of its presence when you least expect it. Of heartbreak, a vital organ littered like a container of glitter in a desert dust storm.

Looking back, I learned all that she withheld. Maybe she did it so that I wouldn’t think it was too easy, or maybe she did it because even she didn’t know. But right now, I know; and, today I won’t withhold. I’ll tell you that your rotten tooth should be removed, and that glitter looks best spread out. That in time your wounds will heal.

The pain will eventually fade once the decay is gone. As for future pain, I warn you: take the proper preventative steps, follow the advice given, and hopefully, the decay doesn’t return. Stay healthy, and stay strong.

In that dusty red orange cloud of heartbreak, you stand in the center. That dust will beat you down! But guess what?! You will get back up and you will watch that cloud settle. And you will know a calm like no other as you see the beauty in sparkling sand dunes that are only beautiful because you made them at way. The glitter on the top will twinkle in the sun. You should smile.

Momma never told me this. She never told me that pain goes away and that broken hearts heal. She never told me of the person who emerges in the end. But today I tell you. In the end, that person is you. Only now, because of your past, you are much much better.

I encourage you to drink from the pond.
That pond will become a part of you, and you a part of it.
The name? The name of the pond?
Of course I shall tell you, but then, you already know
Serenity.

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