We can rail at life
And bemoan our fate
Or we can watch the sun rise
And be happy that it did.
Life
Tag: life
Be Seen
Good morning blogging world! I have a question for you – have you ever come across something that touches you or resonates with you at exactly the moment that you need it? Something happens and you feel as though the Universe itself is speaking to you? I had exactly that experience yesterday and I’d like to share what it was I came across with you.
FOWC: Victim
Life transpires with hidden challenges
Unforeseen, frequently unwelcome
They test our fortitude, our courage
Our desire to take another step
It’s Not Like in the Movies…
Have you ever thought about why we get so much pleasure from watching movies? Or reading books come to that? It’s a question that comes up so often at the start of relationships isn’t it? What’s your favourite movie or your favourite book? Why do they hold such significance for us?
FOWC: Hindsight
A cruel jest
Or a path to precious learning
A spiteful taunt
Or a route to ultimate peace
Fandango’s Provocative Question
There are some questions that are rarely asked because the emotions that they stir up can be almost unbearable and because they cannot help but completely divide opinion. That said, these are often the questions that should be asked because they provoke discussion and, however unpalatable these discussions may be they are necessary if the human race is to continue to move forward. For that reason, I’ve decided to try and answer the incredibly provocative question posed by the fearless Fandango.
The Blame Game
How can I, one soul, bear the responsibility of a million failed lives?
How can I, one soul, shoulder the burden of a crumbling World?
How can I, one soul, define or defend the innocent, lost innocence?
How can I, one soul, replete the ravaged lands, plasticised waters?
The Meaning of Life (Part 6)
“What in the name of Zeus and all his minions are you eating now?”
“Eanun utta uffn” The unintelligible sounds were the product of a tongue temporarily jammed to the roof of a mouth. A few seconds later there was a noise like a large plunger being forcibly pulled from a drain and some concentrated chewing.
FOWC: Metamorphosis
“Can she hear us do you think?” The voice was strained and anxious
‘Yes, I can hear you but I can’t see you; where are you? Where am I?’
“Doctor, it’s been 3 months, do you think that there’s any chance at all now that she’ll recover? Please be honest” The plea was desperate, there was naked longing in the voice which cried out for an answer, any answer.
Life
I know you’re there, I can feel you nudging at me
Like a playful puppy or a rabid wolf, in turns
Roller coaster ride, infinite slowness
Sharp, breathless descent into
