decadent lifestyles
Thanks for the champaign and thanks for the cold Stone Sweet cream with Black cherries.
I love the simple stuff sometimes.
It is what makes the world go around and makes life so delicious to participate in.
When sadness hits me, the fastest way to resume my cheery disposition, is to do something nice for someone else, or to accomplish something I have on my to do list. Today, that was difficult.
But honestly, it is nice that people actually know my favorite simple pleasures. It is also nice that I am not completely and open read.. I mean that everything is already known about me would be sad, cause then what would the point of hanging out with me if you already knew everything. right?
We humans are not simple creatures. No matter what philosophers say, we are complex and different than each other, and the motivations still stump criminologists the world wide.
We crave human touch, but we shirk away from connecting.
We want to be whole and have those around us be whole, but we allow ourselves to do things that make us unhappy, and even hurt.
I guess I hear stories and sometimes it makes me sad. Who doesn't experience that? Seriously, sadness is about possessing the capability for compassion, right?
Maybe compassion and concern are too prevalent in some circles, and not present enough in others.
I myself, realize that I analyze it, then look again, and see what I missed. now it.... must be understood... the word "it" can not and will not pertain to my horrible spelling mistakes, and as someone pointed out recently, the occasional missed word that is integral to the sentence.
I guess "it" means...
Hourglass figure
look within, look without see the hips, see the sand, see the large "tracks of land"
know the fellow standing along side, is looking into your glassy eyes.
see the sands of time, caring less of direction or spine.
They are supported by rigid glass.
With each grain of sand going down, then turned around, the cycle escalates toward tomorrow.
lie it on its side, and it rolls to one side or the other.
but to put it upright, is to again start the age stealing cycle....and then it is still...
I love the simple stuff sometimes.
It is what makes the world go around and makes life so delicious to participate in.
When sadness hits me, the fastest way to resume my cheery disposition, is to do something nice for someone else, or to accomplish something I have on my to do list. Today, that was difficult.
But honestly, it is nice that people actually know my favorite simple pleasures. It is also nice that I am not completely and open read.. I mean that everything is already known about me would be sad, cause then what would the point of hanging out with me if you already knew everything. right?
We humans are not simple creatures. No matter what philosophers say, we are complex and different than each other, and the motivations still stump criminologists the world wide.
We crave human touch, but we shirk away from connecting.
We want to be whole and have those around us be whole, but we allow ourselves to do things that make us unhappy, and even hurt.
I guess I hear stories and sometimes it makes me sad. Who doesn't experience that? Seriously, sadness is about possessing the capability for compassion, right?
Maybe compassion and concern are too prevalent in some circles, and not present enough in others.
I myself, realize that I analyze it, then look again, and see what I missed. now it.... must be understood... the word "it" can not and will not pertain to my horrible spelling mistakes, and as someone pointed out recently, the occasional missed word that is integral to the sentence.
I guess "it" means...
Hourglass figure
look within, look without see the hips, see the sand, see the large "tracks of land"
know the fellow standing along side, is looking into your glassy eyes.
see the sands of time, caring less of direction or spine.
They are supported by rigid glass.
With each grain of sand going down, then turned around, the cycle escalates toward tomorrow.
lie it on its side, and it rolls to one side or the other.
but to put it upright, is to again start the age stealing cycle....and then it is still...