Friday, 4 January 2013
and wonders why, she cannot win
The acceptance of her peers, and society as a whole.
In her darkness, she's desolate,
Against her wall.......... Segregated from all!
Her darkness towers over her, gathered around,
Looks down upon, and screams, "It's yours we have found".
"Your path mapped out, much like us"
"No thinking, nor dreaming, no such fuss".
She stays slumped in her corner, too tired to fight,
She looks around, and notices her shining light.
Her darkness stands startled,
Threatened, and shocked.
Despite her light, their disapproval remains locked.
Her darkness sees her follow that darkness that surrounds,
As another beam of light knocks them down..
The lights power is much greater, a glory to see..
It's magical, and alluring..
Angelic, like she.
Triggered by her light, she musters up her brawn,
and wrestles them to that corner,
They're now blocked by that wall......... Where they fall.
She begs, "Let me be",
"The unique beauty that is ME".
"My path is different, allow me to lose myself",
"In the adventure, the exploration.. Of life.."............. "Of self!"
"Accept my point of difference, do not corner or segregate"..
"Don't leave me in fear, or desolate".
They are now in awe of her wonder,
They accept, and embrace..
Her darkness no longer..
It's their own, that they face.
She picks them up from their corner,
where they slump against their wall,
Their darkness subsides, their fear is no more..
Of the light, the glory, that is uniquely..
Friday, 11 May 2012
Onto the treadmill they march where they torture themselves, painfully nearing collapse. Their own gruelling punishment in pursuit of the body beautiful.
Some people associate physical beauty with confidence and as such will seek it out the only way they know how. A military style regimented “no pain, no gain" approach to diet and exercise. With no rest in their strive for confidence.
Every "body” is human, every “body” requires regular rest (inclusive of athletes), and every “body” requires balanced nourishment.
There is no exception.
Given my own past history I can easily observe these traits in people. Looking back into my distant past, that gloomy cloud had me blindly seeking out “confidence and control”. This obsessive approach to diet and exercise affords you neither. Rather than control it causes destruction. With a weary undernourished mind, it becomes delusional. Your delusion does not allow you to think straight, or focus in your activities of daily living. Your mind lacks insight into reality. Reality being that you cannot see your self-destruction. Your once healthy mind becomes sad. Your sadness further re-enforces those embedded personal insecurities. Your body becomes tired. Your body is a vehicle that drives you through life. Without sufficient fuel, and when it becomes over worked, it will break down.
Whilst you may’ve reached what your mindset sees as the “body beautiful”, to you, it will never be enough. Like banging your head against a wall you will keep going and, going. There will be no end. Without exception your insecurities will always be there. Obtaining the body beautiful will not buy you a ticket into confidence!
Real beauty comes from an acknowledgement of your inner beauty and an acceptance of your flaws. When you listen to loved ones as they attempt to re-inforce your positive traits:
Your talents, charisma, compassion and uniqueness. Although you may stop to listen, it’s when you hear these words, and realise that they are not just words but;
-When you realise No"body" is perfect.
-When you re-introduce yourself to your long lost inner wonders.
Upon these discoveries is when you will shine and recognise your own unique
Wednesday, 2 May 2012
Whilst I have had much positive feedback regarding this blog, people have looked down upon me, saying "You are a baby, only 30, what would you know?".
I have seen more in my 30 years than what most will see in their entire life.
My knowledge and wisdom gifted to me from my life experience should not, and will not be wasted, and as such, I will share it.
Now, I will lay myself bare, to give you an insight. (Deep breaths)
Phew, here I go:
Like you I was born pure into a life without purity. As a child I grew up witnessing destruction, things that no child should ever have to see.
Throughout his widow's trial, it was my father who was actually on trial. It was a weak act given that he was not there to defend himself. Constituent to her lawyers defence, that his widow had "Battered wife's syndrome", my mother was forced, by law, to act as her witness. Whilst her alleged illness may have been the case; he, my father had a long standing illness, and should have had the opportunity to get better, to be better; an opportunity he was denied. Whilst his healing may not have happened, no one has the right to take that opportunity away from anybody.
Each and every life is precious!
The trial established a legal precedent and the formidable reputation of his widows lawyer.
In an explosion of rage, I stood tall. With the tiniest amount of strength within me I physically up ended my desk onto the floor. Amidst a shower of text books, pens and pencils, I stormed out of the class room, and marched out of that school, never to return.
It was like a crutch that held me up, that numbed my brain when my thoughts, or their thoughts were the most active within my mind in the quiet hours of the evening. It (the alcohol) helped to switch my mind off and drift to sleep.
There were also many a time, where, like many others, I knocked myself down, and told myself" I couldn't", "I wasn't good enough". I asked myself, "Why me?"
- I was always on the right track. I needed to get lost to find me. I was in pursuit of finding myself all along.
- My negative thoughts, were not mine, or who I was, but negative words from others and past experiences absorbed within me. They were not me.
- The only path to true happiness is to not listen to others, but yourself. I am not a “conformer”. I am me, and aside from a few temporary de-railings as a result of life and society I was always in pursuit of ME!
- The tragedies marked throughout my life gifted me insight well beyond my years, and a strength that cannot be broken, along with a fire that will not be put out.
- Thanks to my past life, I feel like the luckiest girl alive!!
- The circumstances behind my fathers death was not his legacy, but we (his fabulous children) are that, because we are a piece of his good qualities. Like his amazing family, that share them too, his "better" qualities are a piece of them. I met most of them all recently by the way, and as such, I know this for a fact! I love them all very much!
- If I have come through what I have, standing now, unscathed and level headed, I can do and achieve anything! Every piece of me now is entirely reflective of my true being.
- My current friends embrace all that I am.
- Some friends in my life who do not embrace themselves, who cannot see their potential; I can, I help them see, because this is the meaning of my true existence!
- My job allows me to share my compassion for others.
- My project, Real Inspirations, highlights all people, like me, who have overcome, endured, achieved, to be better, to be their true selves! Those people, and their light, should always be celebrated and NOT knocked down! My book will celebrate them!
- This, my blog, allows me my voice, my knowledge, to help others to see that if I can, then they can too!
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
I confuse their information with my own thoughts resulting in me ploughing forward in denial.
I conformed, they were happy, but I was not.
With thanks to their pressure!
I liken their pressure to a Tornado because this ultimately becomes destructive to your life and who YOU really are.
You subconsciously seek out to destroy your life because it is not your own. You numb or distract yourself whatever way you know how further blocking out your OWN thoughts.
Why lie to yourself and others?
There came a time when I had to stop lying to me. I had to be bold. There was only one thing that I could do.
Yes, like strip poker, but, minus the poker and the removal of clothing attire.
Bit by bit and piece by piece I removed those imposters, all superficial stuff, and people that once pressured me.
I stood bare to lose everything, but, whilst bare I stood in celebration of my own glory. At first I was cold and alone. I moved forward and embraced my own self for warmth.
That didn’t matter because that pressure could’ve seen me lose
The most devastating loss of all!
*This post contains extracts from my life that I choose to share. I am not suggesting that you change your life. If you choose to do as such then those that are a immediately a part of you (a good example would be children ) should always be considered with much thought, and compassion in an equal manner to yourself.
Monday, 30 April 2012
About a year ago I was walking down to my favourite haunt with my dearest friend. An elderly woman approached us and hands out a pamphlet from which she quoted.
“Without God, you will not survive”.
Generally speaking my brain pauses and ticks over in anticipation for an appropriately witted response, but today, genius rolls out of my mouth.
I handed the pamphlet back and announced, “I will survive. As long as I know how to love, I know I will be alive”.
My friend who is rarely rude mannered, walked away in fits of laughter, whilst I stood quite shocked and chuffed with my unusually quick witted response.
In most circumstances I would never knock down someone’s religious views, but, my words that day spoke true to me.
Here are my views that I will share without prejudice for you.
I believe that most religious groups often teach you to have faith in their god, but what they do not teach you is sufficient tools to have faith in yourself. Whilst your religious group may help to a degree YOU are the only person that ultimately aids in your own survival.
YOU are at the forefront of your life’s battles and adventures.
YOU, will always be there,
And that’s a certainty!
It took time but with work I found that I am my own chapel, because my own faith is within ME!
Personally, I cannot have faith in something that I have not physically seen, however, what I have seen is;
My own drive, endurance, strength, talents, passion and love for myself and others.
I will always have faith in that
Because I have always seen me through!
I will survive,
As long as I know how to love (me),
I know I will be ALIVE!
*This post contains my views. This post does not mean that I disrespect yours.
Friday, 27 April 2012
With race goers unwilling to pick the dark horse up, they instead stride forward in their own race without looking back.
They have only “the win” in sight.
She picks herself up, and bolts forward, she is last in her pack with all odds placed against her. Bets and wealth are thrown towards the most likely, well bred, and trained of horses.
Her odds are slim.
A deep trench is near, but with one knock she dives within its pit. With blood, sweat and tears she scrambles out. LAST! Without any other horse in sight.
She almost gives up, until,
Her spirit jumps up from her chair in the grandstand and with pride marchers to the barrier fence. Her spirit cheers,
“YES YOU CAN”!
All bets are off now.
Dashing past and ahead, only the dust that rises from her force leaves a memory of her once left behind. Her dust blinds her fellow competitors and instead sees them tumble, but she takes note to see them through.
She is in the lead, with the finish line in sight.
Her crowd becomes inspired.
Although, she has not quite won yet her spirit and the crowd continue to cheer her on.
She is already a winner.
The dark horse always WINS!
Wednesday, 25 April 2012
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