What is it about life that we value so much? Is it the materialistic things or the fact that we are afraid to die? I don’t know of anyone that woke up this morning and said “death is better, than living.” I don’t know how you feel , but I love my life and the people that are in it, and it scares me to death (figuratively) that I may be without them one day.
We are all born into this world not knowing a thing, living the first few moments of our lives intuitively. We are clueless from birth but we are all born with intuition, something that gives us understanding immediately.
We have one chance at this thing called life, once we die it’s over regardless of what reincarnationist believe, we will not be reborn into another body when your heart stops pumping its over.
My advice to you all is to LIVE everyday like it’s your last, stop putting off today for tomorrow because we live in the now, not the later. . Don’t hold on to regrets, bitterness, and pain, feeling that way accomplishes nothing.
Stop expecting people to care about you when you die, stop expecting people to care about you when you’re alive. It’s you, that determines if you live a fulfilling life. You should be (L) living (I) inspite of (F) failure (E) expecting greatness. Stop settling and be thankful for another shot at this thing called life.
Have you ever thought about the emojis that you use and why you pick specific ones when texting or messaging. This was a brilliant idea that has taken this tech savvy 🌎 by storm. Emojis caption our words without us having to type a single word. Sometimes I wonder are emojis a good thing or a bad thing. I say this because they now capture racial diversity. You now have the option to select a black or white emoji 👶🏾👶. I notice that my friends that are black will send me a black emoji and my friends that are white will send me a white emoji ( I think about the craziest things). Why do we feel the need to identify who we are using these type of illustrations? Food for 💭…
Living in a small town you can expect everyone to know your mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, auntie, uncle, cousins; you get the picture, LOL. They not only know your family but your business as well. They will gossip about you and tell you to your face what they said. If you weren’t raised in that particular small town you stick out like a sore thumb and you get the evil eye when you try to smile and ease the stares. Small towns don’t want outsiders coming in they are only content with being around the people that they know and grew up with. Who cares if they have only one stoplight and no grocery store they rather travel two hours to get a decent meal and buy two weeks worth of groceries. I live in a small town and I wouldn’t change my upbringing for anything in this world , it made me more humble and appreciative especially when I moved to the city and no one spoke or held the door open; if you were coming they let it slam in your face 😱. It only made sense that my first book would be titled “Small Town Gossip.” Not to toot my own horn, but I’m proud of myself because I did something that some said I couldn’t. If you have a dream don’t stop dreaming, don’t stop doing, keep pushing forward, one no will someday equal a hundred yesssssss! If you want to know what it’s like to live in a small town, please check out my first paperback on Amazon, LINK BELOW.
Small Town Gossip
Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back? It hurt so bad and the feelings you felt wouldn’t go away no matter how many tears you cried.
Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back? You didn’t think you could go on; you felt useless, your love was not wanted.
Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back? You hated the one who hurt you, you made a vow to hurt someone so they could feel your pain.
Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back? You wanted the feeling of loneliness to leave, you tried to snap out of it but it lingered.
Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back? You looked in the mirror time and time again giving yourself a pep talk “there’s more fish in the sea.” You said it but you didn’t believe it.
Have you ever loved someone that didn’t love you back? You felt guilty that the love you gave was not returned.
We have all loved someone that didn’t love us back, we have all cried tears of sadness for someone who wasn’t worth our tears, we have all given up on love.
We gave up on love but love never gave up on us. Love will find you no matter your address it will knock on your heart one day and never leave. Love will return into your heart, and say “I still love you.”
Sitting here thinking about Thanksgiving and reminiscing about my mom’s collard greens. The love that my mom put into her food showed because empty plates and pots didn’t lie and your stomach smiled on how good it was.
Cooking in a black home is serious if you can’t cook you are not allowed in the kitchen and holidays is not the time for amateurs. Holidays are when your relatives come from miles around to eat and be merry so if you burn the turkey, ham, greens, or sweet potato pies, you are banned forever!!
My mom was never one to share her recipes or give you a cooking lesson because to her it was a secret that she only passed on when you got a family; so I was honored when she showed me how to cut up collard greens and cook them.
I was scared as heck but my mom spoke calmly and walked me through each step. It was finally my turn to cut up my first bunch of greens. As I carefully took off the leaves and discarded the stems I finely cut them up. I could see the smile on my mom’s face. My heart was all warm inside because I knew she was proud.
“Wash them” she said in a low voice “you want to remove all the dirt and grit don’t be scared of your food” As I washed them and transferred them to a pot she nudged me to start simmering my neck bones to add to the greens later.
When my greens finally finished cooking my mom grabbed a fork and slowly picked up a few collards to taste. My heart was beating and I had sweat forming in places I didn’t know could sweat, LOL! It seems like she chewed for hours even though she didn’t.
As my mom looked up at me she smiled she said “you did great, they are not as good as mine but the more you cook them you will get there.” I yelled liked I had lost my mind “YES I can cook collard greens for Thanksgiving!” My mom looked at me smiling and said “not this year baby you still an amateur!!!!”
Have you ever wished for a different life?
Have you ever questioned your existence?
Have you ever felt like a failure?
Have you ever given up?
Have you ever failed God?
Have you ever been weak in your faith?
I have wished for a different life.
I have questioned my existence.
I have felt like a failure.
I have given up.
I have failed God.
I have been weak in my faith.
I am human are you?
The saying “life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s learning to dance in the rain” rings very true.
In the last couple of months my faith has been tested, I wanted to give up and almost gave up but I held on.
I have had friends turn their backs on me, family disappear in time of need, but people I thought were the enemy came to the rescue.
I couldn’t wait for the storm to pass but I learned not to focus on the lightning or thunder but the calming rain.
Sometimes we lose focus during the difficult times in our life but if we focus on the good we will get through it by learning to dance in the rain.