-A Gift and Sometimes a Curse-
Have you ever thought that we are all born to die? So, wouldn't that make life more precious? As a child growing up we are taught to stay in a childs' place, but some children are taught to be little adults.
When we teach our children to stay in a childs' place they miss out on valuable lessons. What their parents talk about with other's concerning the worlds' issues, financial security, and how important hard work is. But a lot of parents try to shield their children from the world and that's where all the problems occur.
Now when children are raised as little adults they tend to take on more responsibility which will improve as they get older. Being taught at a young age the values and morals of being an adult should be taught in every household. What parent doesn't want their child to have the best chance in life?
Figure on spending close to the first twenty five years of your life searching for a niche in life. If you truly don't like what it is doing you'll be wasting valuable time. So find something you enjoy doing.
Then forty to sixty years perfecting or getting comfortable with all the decisions that have gotten you to this point. Oh, it's too late to complain about what I should've done now that time is running out, I have to try and make the most of it.
Some people go out of this world with a whole lot more pain then they caused coming in, why not live life to its fullest? There are millions of things to do but without happiness and the means to do them life is going to be painful.
Look around you, and ask yourself how many people do I associate with that are basically the walking dead. We have to be willing to help open their eyes, with the right approach ANYONE can change.
George Timbers
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Damn, how did I get in here, can you see me? All I see is a blank screen- there's not much room in this box, no where to go. Well the only thing I control are my thoughts and ideals. I'm always willing to share with those that will listen.
On this journey I've been through many trials but this one describes the victim. Oh, how I thought I was the predator, the person who had everything under control only to find out I was the victim of something greater.
I was a victim of my own creating, and sure every victim remembers the circumstances leading up to the climax of their instant offense. Well I accept full responsibility for losing focus of my goals, hurting the ones I love, and getting so caught up with what was going on around me I became something I used to dislike.
But lifestyles, material things, and ideas all play their roles in our lives, we spend way too much time peering at this box. Turn on the news for example: eighty percent negativity, how can so many people be concerned about something bad happening? If you keep talking about the bad- what should you expect to happen?
That's been my biggest problem, what I like to call pre-failure. We always say we want the most for ourselves but more than half the world is struggling, they say the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. Rich people say this for a reason, if they say it enough people will believe it. The more you are told something the easier it is to fall into it's pattern. You'll never be anything-how could anyone who cares say that to another person? They only care about what they are doing and most likely they aren't happy. I wasn't happy taking advantage of those dependent on drugs, but it took me to lose my freedom to realize I was my own worst enemy.
I would lie to myself, hurt my body with no disregard for the future, I really cared for nothing as long as I was satisfied. And that's the crazy part I feared what I wanted most, to be loved. Any dog can bite but they all like to be petted shown some act of kindness no different from a human.
I know what it's like to get up everyday and look in the mirror, and remain that person because when you can't have what you want you'll make the proper adjustments to achieve your goals.
George Timbers
Saturday, February 16, 2008
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