Monthly Archives: Mar 2018
It’s hard to be a wordsmith
when brain cells are deficit in cursive
I strain to see the letters
I see I want to get betters.
If these are the only words I write
Today, a better ‘morrow insight.
Life is not a list to check off.
Have goals .
Don’t allow bitterness and the pursuit of wealth or the desire to look like a touched up picture of a model detract from the meaning and the true purpose of your life.
Easy to do. I do it too.
Figure out your purpose.
If you are not dead yet and have tried killing yourself many times.
You have a purpose.
Life is a gift and a curse and today and tomorrow may not ever be the same.
One moment, one word, one test result, one decision can shake your core and world from the inside out.
A Career- is doing something I love.
Money is a means to an end.
I can’t take all my material belongings with me to another world.
Stuff is just stuff.
Everything is replaceable except for a life and your health. Houses are demolished by hurricanes, weather freaks of nature every day.
Happiness is….. whatever the fuck you make it.
Make each day count. my Uncle taught me that saying.
If money is your God. Make sure you have a good deal with the money God or make sure you are that God.
Chances are you won’t permanently succeed over toppling that son of a biaatch.
Happiness -now that is a choice.
Choices are hard to make at times. We can convince ourselves we have no choice.
See this world through the eyes of a child, an elderly person or someone who is ill or someone who is grateful to have a bed to sleep on.
To the person who told me all homeless people are homeless because they are drug addicts or alcoholics.
I recall a time when said person was made homeless because they couldn’t pay their rent. No drug issues apart from an Eating disorder, diet pills and codeine and junk food and an illness and no support from anyone to help her.
I was 5 years old and I came home from school,I was told to sit on the step while I watched 2/3 men throwing our stuff out.
Literally throwing our stuff out the window.
The weekend before it was beautiful sunny day. I swam and we sat around the swimming pool. I don’t know how I knew or who told me that the landlord was going to throw us out.
I left said person to sunbathe and I decided to fight for our home.
I’ve always been a trouble maker. Some one who has the audacity to challenge people bigger than me.
I don’t shut up.
My Mother made sure I knew how to write my name and read before I was in kindergarten. She taught me how to read and write.
I wrote him a letter and posted it to him.
I asked him to not throw us out. Give us more time. We promise we will pay the rent.