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Hey You…yes, YOU

Hi there :).

 

I actually don’t want anything. Just wanted to take this time to see how everyone’s doing. Oh me? How thoughtful of you to ask (lol). I’m well, busy, but well.  In case you haven’t noticed already, there has been a slight change in my posting schedule. I now have more time in the evenings to post than the day time. (Though my post have always been kinda on the late side). Anywho, I’ll be squeezing out a few posts during the day when I can, otherwise it’s pretty much me and the night owls.

 

But enough about me….how yall be?

Struggle

“We must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

 
What I love most about this quote is that struggle is such a powerful teacher. It passes down the knowledge of self, which without such cannot be obtained. If not for the hardships many of us have been through we would not have understood who we were as individuals. It is a healing experience to transform the mind by having endured struggle, pain, obstacles. No discipline seems pleasant at the time we receive it, but what in creation produces a greater reward than enduring struggle? Show me a better teacher than pain.

“Don’t be stupid”

I have one simple message for you today: “Don’t be stupid”.
What I mean is, don’t be foolish. Some of us are so “overtly intelligent” that we are unable to appreciate the little things, and the simplest of manners shoot past us like a bullet. We may know the intimate details of Pythagorean’s Theorem, but we are unable to comprehend something has simple as the music in the trees or the praise coming from the lips of birds. We’ll philosophy on evolution and even teach this in our schools and at the same time admit it’s just a theory. Yet, we’re unable to understand “in the beginning”. And despite how many times we wake in the mornings…the number of times the Almighty Yah allows the sun to dance once more in our faces…despite how many times we feel the wind on our backs I’m convinced, that because man will never know how to count his breaths, he will always be too stupid to count his blessings.

When Death Gives Birth to Humility

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Have you ever felt guilty trying to console someone who has lost a loved one even though it’s not your fault? Like, why do we say we’re sorry in the first place? What have we ourselves done? We apologize because we’re sorry for their sadness, and also because somehow, their loss has humbled us:

“It is apparent, that death, it’s sting… produces a humility powerful enough to find itself a home even inside the heart of the one who holds the cup of “I’m sorry’s”

hoping our voice is somehow gloomy enough to produce the kind of sympathy that peels back the brick that found itself a place inside the gut of the bereaved.”

Cheating on my other Blog

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Okay. I admit it. I am not as faithful as I should be. I am cheating on my other blog.

Oh, c’mon, don’t look at me like that; we have all been there.

But, dear blog, if you’re listening, I didn’t mean to hurt you; I just can’t stop thinking about ThePBSBlog.

Plus, you don’t entice me to your dashboard the way you used to. Let’s face it your updates are so in-between we never see each other. And then there’s ThePBSblog…with its amazing followers, inspiring quotes and articles, beautiful poetry, and simple design.

We are up all night drafting potential blog posts together, and before I know it, I am in over my head.

It took a moment before I realized I was seeing PBS on the side. I’m sorry ahouseofpoetry if you’re not getting enough attention. If it is worth anything, I still like you and all. It’s just that what PBS and I have together is, well, a commitment.

And I know this is gonna sound kinda freaky, but I really don’t mind seeing you both. If I have cake, am I not supposed to eat it too?