Someone else’s trauma
does not invalidate your own.
Being happy to lose
only makes you happier for them to have won.
Being healthy
does not mean you are able to do what everyone else can.
Knowing limitations
means that you also know when to exceed them.
You will never be happy all the time
so be joyful when you can.
Universal idioms
does not make you a universal idiot.
Just a knowledgeable one.
Steel cut.
Quick.
Instant.
Regular.
Wild!
What other kind of grain is sown so much?
It says it is above freezing.
Yet, stepping outside your fingers begin to freeze.
Watching the sun go down
sends shivers up your spine.
Waiting for morning
means this will be a long night.
Still the barometer promises fair temperatures.
Too bad for those who have no home to sleep in.
Imperfection is king.
Blemishes bleed.
Faults are picked on.
Bullying is just another tool.
Why can’t we be nicer to each other?
Beauty is different for everyone.
Kindness is not.
Wordless mouth noises.
Interesting rhythms.
Jazzy vocals.
Kool Kat.
You would think someone like me
who makes noises all the time would be good at it?
Apparently I am not a musically rhythmic gymnast.
Beauty is only skin deep.
Yet it is the cute girls who are seen.
Worries and blemishes make us all imperfect.
So why use make-up?
Do what you feel suits you best.
I’m going back to bed.
Beauty sleep is over rated.
Beside hunting tools
the oldest indication of civilization
is its ability
to store things.
Precious things like
water, oils, perfumes
and the like.
The most important one
will always be
jam!
Strawberry, Pear or Mango
does not matter to me
so much as it does to my toast!
Wake up and rise for the day.
Yet the motions are slow and full of confusion.
Coffee is the usual pick me up.
Not working today.
Scroll through the news feeds.
Nothing to perk me up.
Maybe it should be back to bed?
Too bad I promised to drive someone.
Hopefully the fog has cleared by then.
The system is built
not to help
but to keep those who are on the edges
to stay there.
Always out of reach
of achieving
the normal society’s level.
Who else wants the poor
to stay poor?
Every step forward
is just ahead of the three steps back.
Socks.
Sweaters.
Mitts.
Scarves.
Hats.
Blankets.
Pants?
Boots?
Feelings!
Warm and Fuzzy
can be a state of mind.
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