Life was different
from then to now.
You can get away
with things easily.
Now were older and more mature,
we do more and bigger stuff that goes around.
And sometimes people don’t get away with
things fast like they used to.
I do more stuff now,
than when I was little.
When your younger less stuff
go on in your life, you barely do chores,
homework, or even dealing with stress.
We get stressed a lot about
school, especially homework.
It ruins your fun day.
Decisions are more complicated,
sometimes it can be a big deal for people,
because they don’t know what to do.
You have more feelings about everything,
about your family,
Why does this world half to be
so big for us?
Why can’t it stay the same?
I don’t want to grow up fast,
I want my life to be the same as it was
when I was younger.
When your little your parents
basically did all the work for you,
rocked me to sleep,
read me stories,
tells me about my future.
But now I can do all that,
I’m a big kid and I can prove it
to the world, and the world coming to me.
Why can’t it all be the same,
instead of changing everyday or even every year?
Why can’t we all go back in
our own little world, with our own little rules.
- Laugh Everyday (totravelandbeyond.wordpress.com)
Laughing is truly the best medicine. I have been contemplating getting a tattoo of the word laugh because it means a lot to me. The best way to make me feel better when I am upset is to make me laugh. Laughing reminds me of all of the great times in my life, and makes me reminisce about the great memories I have with such wonderful friends and family. For the letter L, I am going to post one of my favorite stories, one that I continue to laugh at for hours and reminds me of one of my favorite people.
- After A Harsh Winter, Salvage Your Plants And Gardens With These Tips (athomesense.com)
With the arrival of spring — at least on the calendar, even in places where snow has barely melted — one of the first outdoor chores for home gardeners is to assess winter damage to their gardens. Some plants will no doubt have mushy or brittle stems, discolored leaves, or burned buds, leading many to ask: Is that plant dead?Looks can be deceiving. Just because stems and foliage are unsightly doesn’t mean the entire plant is kaput.
- No Guilt (witchsjourney.wordpress.com)
My parents wanted us to respect them, to listen to them, but we’d never had to call them that. So there was no way in hell that this woman, who me and my sister despised, was going to get us to call her ‘ma’am’, no matter what she tried. Luckily that got nixed. But then she started in with other rules. Like when I was supposed to take showers (every morning, 6am – no other time according to her), what I was supposed to eat (I’m vegetarian – she thought I should go on a diet – the one that limits how much fruit you can eat), when and how I was supposed to do my homework. Basically, like I said, she’s psychotic.
I could have saved myself a lot of trouble by doing what my sister did. My sister survived this psychotic woman’s nightmare mentality by playing nice. She would be nice, get the woman to take her shopping for clothing, go out and get manicures, do pottery at a shop…generally just playing a game. I can’t do that. I don’t play games. I get in your face, I scream, I don’t do lying and shadow-games. We’re different, my sister and I. The truth is – I don’t understand normal social interactions or dynamics. I can’t play the kind of games my sister did. There’s just no way for me to do it. I never could understand how my sister could play the games and get along the way she did, I still don’t.
After all, I’m not going to feel guilt over some other person’s stupid choices. I’m going to be happy that I’m free.
- Holy Week hostage (rappler.com)
As the country comes to a grinding halt on account of the annual Holy Week, I am transported back to an incident that may have sparked my fervent call for secularism, especially where government and public service are concerned.An incident that took place several decades ago (OK, the fact that I can say this means I am officially old) was brought back to my consciousness while Art and I were thinking of our schedule for the upcoming Holy Week.