Jul 19, 2019

I am sponge that soaks up the fear,

someone suggested they do this most days
it not true ....

" I am sponge that soaks up the fear,
squeezes it out in manageable drips each day. ”

if you imagine this is you, here the rub ...many others are doing this, they get it..
mostly tomorrow, Guess already realise, 
world will turn without the likes of you and me.
That the fault in our stars . . kinda..
we feel our impact is huge mostly it actuly not 

Though you think,you have got the stuff
Maybe feel your hard enough.
We need to let you know
Sometimes you can`t make it on your own
..... U2....

How true this act is,life knowledge sometimes come in most funny ways.like often with this blog discover things/stuff/ideas/thoughts/inspirations...like to share.
Often recognise how much thought l knew, unfortunate already forgotten.


With U there one who can change You
One who wants too
No one can hurt U
Without U allowing them
You have the power 2affectU....TWEET BY @serpicoserpico


Yesterday, got knock back.Took wind out of my sails ,result fled a bit  .  . . went for long walk...but flask did not keep drink warm,needed sandwich, could done with a friend to talk to, life not like that for myself. .   . . . .Then day drifted . . view l expected changed a lot the road where wanted to go. . .well it no longer existed.
That correct the road travelled disappeared sure someone can make a deep meaning out of the view and my words.
Where we used to go, that place well it is no longer there. The coastal erosion has made impact upon the whole area.
someone told myself the previous day that place l live presently will soon be a Island,
that pretty tough news to be told.
My life is coming to and end, suppose in the Autumn of my journey.
But overall impact of the day on me was story of decay and decline.
But makes me urgently explore new settings in my vocational practice.

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Try to express grace if offered an opportunity

 Weather warnings about Arctic blast, we get them every time in this period of the season. So wrap up well, on a cold November day in Autumn...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"