Thoughts on the Train

If you have a wonderful man, Who is your whole world, Who isn’t perfect, But perfect for you, Who works hard & would do anything for you, Who makes you laugh, Who is your best friend & sometimes Your only friend, Who you want to grow old with (if you don’t kill him first), Who you are thankful for every day, Brag…….. (Author unknown) I tried to research who wrote this but came up with several people who just re-posted it on FB. If you know the author.....please allow me to give credit were credit is due.....this one is quite good. Red

The masks falls away,  and the mirror no longer plays  its complimentary tricks.   A face looms out of the silvery sheen echos of youth evident in the fine lines, wrinkles, gray hair, or lack there of.   Eye's that once shown with the innocence of youth are dulled by years of responsibility, blame and fault. Faced with who we are Will we:  Cringe, Cry, Run and Hide, Or will we stand tall and proud. Accepting the face in the mirror, along with its, past, present and future Deeds, anxious about those to come. Until we see who we really are can we ever truly meet our potential? Look in the mirror Face the facts of your life's choices Do you smile with the joy of your accomplishments? or do you shy away from the negativity, leaching out of that dark dimension, beyond the glassy reflective surface.

I have not written in a very long time. Mostly because I was happy. Some because I was sad. Today I write because the need has fallen upon me. The past week has been hectic and stressful. Lovers quarrels, relationships on the verge of collapse, both mine and others. Bombs destroying the safety of yet another American city. Its occupants feeling threatened at every corner. A flash of remembered pain from 9/11 while I watch the news. Numb with the loss of life and the pain. I question everything at the moment. I question as to whether or not love is real or just a fairy tale told to children to give them hope. I question the limit one will go to for the love of another, man or women. I question why people fight. I question why bombs are created. I question the destruction of lives and the reshaping of our universe…..once again. I question my place in the world. What have I done with a life given back to me time and time again?   Am I doing...