Perfect is boring. That’s one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard. By definition, perfection means something is flawless. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. And just because there’s nothing perfect in this world doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. But I believe people who say perfect is boring have an ulterior motive. Yeah, I believe, if you say perfect is boring, it means … Read the rest…
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OK, I admit it. I’m a dreamer. And all my life I’ve had a tendency to romanticize the relational side of life. But I’ve never wished upon a star. Because, for one, I’m not a puppet who’s ever dreamed of being a real boy. And, secondly, a star is a lifeless lump of some kind of mixture of minerals. Not a source of magical, … Read the rest…
Dreamers dream. And here’s something that’s cool. You don’t have to be an author, painter, philosopher, or songwriter to be a dreamer. Plumbers, carpenters, and electricians can all be dreamers. So can doctors, lawyers, and even (gulp) politicians (although most of their “dreams” are nightmares for everyone else). To be a dreamer, just focus or meditate on the desires of your heart. I mentioned, … Read the rest…
If you have a weary head, it can easily mean at least a couple of things. First, it might mean you’re just plain ol’ tired. And you could probably use a good night’s sleep. Or at least a nap. Second, it could mean you’re getting tired OF something or someone. Right now I’m gonna talk, a little, about that second weary head description. Because … Read the rest…
A few years ago, I wrote about how challenging life can be these days. And I talked about how it leads to so much frustration. So much hurt and hopelessness. Not to mention all the terrible things humans do to earth other. And just as it was back then, it’s still tempting to just complain, gripe, and yell at the sky. But a yell … Read the rest…
As I write this, it was just a few days ago there was a Full Snow Moon. As much as I love moonlight, I didn’t stay up to see it, watch it, or log it in my memories in any way. So, if you were counting on me to give you the details, you’ll be sorely disappointed. But I read that it was beautiful. … Read the rest…
One day, way back when, as I sat in my college dormitory room in Manhattan, Kansas, I looked out the window and saw feathery, floating flakes of snow. An early Autumn snowfall had just started. So, I knew it wouldn’t last. Or maybe wouldn’t even stick around at all. So, as I did at just about every opportunity, I flipped open my nifty spiral … Read the rest…