I believe..."you are creating it all~all of your life~right here, right now. You...you...are creating it."-CWG
What started as a blog to help me cope with feelings during my dying marriage, has turned into a lifeline that saves me, still. I hope you will find something appreciable in this potluck of mental musings. www.reasonwrites.wixsite.com/blog/
Friday, November 20, 2009
Victim or Victor? The Choice is Ours
That's right, nothing comes into your life randomly, or by chance. At some level, either consciously or sub-consciously, you draw it into your experience for some greater soul purpose. That is a hard pill to swallow for most people, because no one wants to believe that they are the cause of their own plight. On the other hand, those same people will be the first ones to claim responsibility for anything good that comes their way. Interesting dichotomy, isn't it? Victim or victor—the choice is always up to us because our thoughts create the very nature of our reality, and no, this is not some New Age hooey. Some of the most brilliant minds in science, philosophy and religion know this to be a basic Law of the Universe. Even Jesus taught...you reap what you sow...
Understanding that we have the power to change even the most unbearable circumstances in our lives simply by changing the way we think should send us shouting from the rooftops, don't you think? Don't get me wrong, it's not easy! It takes focus, consistency, discipline, awareness, and above all belief. Perhaps the greatest travesty is that we don't believe. The problem is we get stuck in and addicted to predictable patterns of behavior—the, who we are, that defines us. Each and every one of us holds within us the key to unlimited potential and the power to make our wildest dreams a reality.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Burn
Wasted years, I've lost myself
And now can't find my way.
Burning in a silent hell
Each and every day.
A woman stares through lifeless eyes,
Surely, that's not me.
My reflection mocks a life
And memories of what used to be.
How can I move forward
When I'm stuck in yesterday?
Courted by nostalgia
It's hard to look away.
I am haunted by a time and place
To which I can't return.
So here I am, my daily hell
And silently I burn.
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