…..I will go down with
ship, I won't put my up my arms and surrender,
There will be no white flag above my door…
That seemed such a
romantic anthem, a long
time ago, but
you grow up and things
happen and the only true
thing is the current breath which
you hold
on to. Well, that even seems
even more romantic, a tragedy, the despair
that comes from having
nothing
else to believe in but
yourself and God.
But then the hard cold
reality hits and you are thinking, no. I’m thinking. Oh no, I knew my life was a tragedy but this? It’s not even book material;
this could make a classic novel. If I
were Margret Mitchell or some other woman that
wore long skirts
and socks with
her shoes.
I want to make resolutions, oaths and
vows but searching deeper
the best
I can do
is to be determined to have a very
strong will. If I
lived in that era, I would
be one of those
stoic widows, spinsters,, haha and now I’m laughing, meaning this blog
post has served its purpose. To
lift my
spirits, and basically that is
all I plan to do; things that I
love to
do, accomplish little goals, enhance
my friendships and relationships, and take time out to meditate.
Not hummm…clear you mind
and think of a peaceful beach…the one that I just sit and
chomp down a long piece of sugar cane
and count the number of
insects and bugs that try to
navigate my toes.
But it serves to mention
that I am scared
out of my
wits.
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