Life is Tricky?

Sometimes in life it can be a little tricky. It can also be confusing, and it can even get hard. To have happiness, however, only comes to those who let the happiness into their lives. I found that in the clutter of our lives, we can only truly rely on living in the moment. Seeing a robin land and realizing spring is coming or seeing that plant grow after a rough storm is over. If you let it in, it will overcome your lives in every aspect it can. So breathe deep, love deeper, and take a moment to see what beauty there is to see. Because life really isn’t as trick as you’d think! Stay Happy, Stay Blissful, and Stay Simple!


Frivolous Gardens and Perky Spirits

Often times when we think of the word “frivolous”, it brings upon us a feeling of having instead of needing. Being frivolous, however, does not have to concern itself with money or lavish living styles with lots of cars and a big house on a hilltop. Because along with the tarnish it gives, it also means to indulge. Indulge how? With Love, Happiness, Purity, Equality . . There are so many different aspects that we take for granted or lose ourselves in when we get jumbled up in the hectic schedules of the day. Really though, what you need to be frivolous is a heart and a little bit of brain work. So, when waters are running and you can’t seem to swim, just be Frivolous and Love what needs to be Loved. Be Happy when Happiness is due. And always bring Purity when life gets dirty. Stay Pure, Stay Positive, and Stay Frivolous!

The Perfect Sandwich

You’re standing in the kitchen perusing through your fridge and seem to find nothing to eat. You have some mustard, maybe tomato and lettuce and possibly even cheese? Separately they don’t appear to be appeasing, but together they make a wonderful dance of flavors that you find to be irresistible. Building something amazing out of nothing doesn’t seem obtainable in life, but I have some great news! It is! You take joy in every bite, delight in each flavor, and finding a sense of comfort easing your hunger. Every piece of every bite comes together to make a sensitive splash of happiness. You should never let go of the small things that make us a whole, always be you and never be anything else. Stay Blissful, Stay Happy, and Stay True to Yourself!

The Loving Demand for the Lost

To love is the most beautiful feeling a person can experience. Being loved floods your logic with happiness and bliss. To lose that, however, is the most hurtful emotion one could possibly endure. But, we are forced to love and lose many complicated times in our lives. There isn’t complete loss in these situations though, believe it or not there’s actually new beginning birthed in the process. We all hear it a lot in our lives, but to grasp the message of growing from filthy dealings is one to be learned a few times in our lifetime. After a storm there will always be a rainbow. We cannot lose sight of the bliss that can come from experiencing heartbreak. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here would we? I don’t personally think so. You aren’t necessarily weak for giving up, you may just be strong enough to let go. We all perceive things very differently, but that can change. Go out there strong and find the rainbow after your storm, because it will always be there, sometimes you wait-sometimes you search-and sometimes you just exist. I promise it will be there, maybe not today or tomorrow or even the next day, but it will always be there at some point in our lives. Stay Wonderful, Stay Beautiful, and Stay Strong!

Purrfect Bliss

Things have gotten a little heavy lately with the Daily Posts, so I thought today I would loosen things up a bit and share with you a few of the wise never-ending knowledges of the feline mind. Over the years of living with cats, I have found that humans have an extraordinary amount of life lessons to learn from them.

My morning routine begins with using the restroom, then I take a shower, brush my teeth, check my email, make my breakfast, and then type out a blog post. The cats? They are there for every. last. second. of it. What can you learn from this experience? To be loyal to your friends is the most annoying, absolutely needed pieces of life. I also often find myself staring at the cats that are busy gazing at birds through the window. Every once in a while, though, a bird will come just close enough to trigger a leap into the much stable glass. How can you improve yourself in regards to a cat smacking into a window? Simple, when you chase a dream, you’ll take a fall, but if you want it bad enough-you’ll never stay down. As for my nightly duties as a cat owner-I end the day with laying in my bed squished into a corner while the cats take siege over the rest of it. The life-changing, wonderful, exciting lesson to top it all of is that if you love the people around you as much as you should, you will make room for them in your lives no matter how little space there is. Stay Curious, Stay Amazing, and Stay Happy!

Dropping What Was and Loving What’s To Come

Little Boy Lost, lost without a mother and lost without a father-depending only on the streets of the Projects in Philadelphia to bring his meals and to sew his clothes. Never had a bed and never felt love, Little Boy Lost was assumed to be lost forever beneath the piles of rubbish that created these retched streets. Until, however, one day a curious boy went beyond his scheduled path to shed a light on what is hope. Roaming the sidewalks and deep allies as he always did in the mornings, Little Boy Lost was looking for his next meal. The sun’s golden-fresh rays that stretched across and awoke the city were gleaming bright this morning. What a beautiful hug the morning warmth made, creating a yellow glow to blanket the city. Far down the main stretch the Boy heard a bell caressing itself through the quiet. A mail delivery boy came whizzing by and being nearly blinded by the light of the morning sun, knocked into the Little Boy Lost, placing him on the pavement-still cold from the night before. After he realized what he had done, of course the mail boy came back to check on the accident. Pulling Little Boy Lost from his recent treachery, the Boy was grateful at least he had come back to check on him. Living in the Projects he had been knocked down, thrown, and pushed around many times before-so it wasn’t as if he hadn’t grown used to the violence the area had previously offered him. This mail boy was different, though. He had a worried expression masking his face, as if afraid the Boy would retaliate. Having never felt this kind of care before-he had reacted accordingly. The busy boy was sure to know if he was okay before leaving to complete his morning route-but not before discussing to meet again the next day. They had both gone about their day as usual. The mail boy heads south and Little Boy Lost began north. The morning soon grew into the day, now booming with the hum of cars as they accomplished their daily errands. Little Boy Lost had found a few fries-to his luck they were still warm-near a trash can outside his favorite restaurant. Afterward he made his way to public drinking fountain. He quenched his thirst there and started back toward his home.

Nighttime had fallen and Little Boy Lost was beginning to nod off. Placed upon a soft collection of garbage bags and old forgotten pillows, he could hardly retain his excitement to meet up with his new friend the next day. Soon enough, however he was fast asleep, surely dreaming about his new friend. Waking up to the brisk new day, the Boy was almost ready to head toward his decided meeting place. Being that the clouds were blocking the sun from creating the bliss of the morning before-he began looking for a makeshift jacket to wear. Promptly as scheduled, he was at the bus stop where they had chosen to meet for the day. At 8 O’clock he had already been waiting an hour for his friend to show. Looking left and looking right anytime a bird sang, or an early car drove by. Soon came 9, then 10-the Boy had lost hope. He began his morning routine-more dreary than normal. He had made his way to the restaurant again. Today, however, there were no leftovers to be had. Looking out to the distant foggy mountains, lit by the blue morning haze, he heard a familiar sound. A sharp sounding jingle he had heard the day prior.Within the time the Boy had turned to see what had created the noise-the mail boy had already caught up to him. He had a basket with him that immediately was assumed to have a meal inside. To the Little Boy’s luck, there was. Two of them actually. They found a table nearby and enjoyed their delicious meal of tomato sandwiches with an apple and some orange juice to wash it down with. From this day until it was decided the mail boy’s mom would adopt this poor Little Boy Lost, they had met every day in the same spot. He now lives very happily knowing now what love and joy feels like. Having a family to come home to and school to attend-he could never be happier.

When you feel like there isn’t anymore hope and nothing to hold onto-I promise you-if you hold as closely and tightly to that feeling of joy as you can, light will soon shed a positive light on you. Never Give Up and Stay Uplifted, My Friends!

Completing an Incomplete Man

Today we will step into the shoes of an incomplete man, trying his best to complete what he had once lost. For a lot of people, the word “incomplete” is a nuance or synonym of embodying negativity. However, to lose a part of yourself, another part seamlessly grows in its place. This is called “growth”. To have growth, you must first deplete. Say you finally found the love of your life-you spend every moment of every day thinking about all of the ways you love her-now, every passing day, you feel the connection that once tied you to an endless bond with happiness wither further and further away. At one point you sat for hours writing all of the things you thought you loved about her, and with every flick of the pen you scratch another item off the list. Finally you come to the conclusion that it isn’t love that you’re feeling-it’s infatuation. She lends attention in return for money, sex, something new or something lost. Pretty soon you begin to see what patterns are erupting and bring yourself back up from the ground to which you fell on. With every movie, every date, every hook-up, you begin to shed light on the true woman you’ve fallen for. Increasing your ability to spot certain behaviors, such as a peck instead of a kiss, sex instead of cuddling, diverged eye contact, physically and mentally they grow more and more apart. However, this is not at all a bad thing-it’s a lesson. For every lesson learned, there is a battle fought. Every scar in your heart is a badge of honor, don’t hurt from them-but instead be proud of what they stand for. Expound love and reach out with happiness to uncover bliss. Another lesson learned is another notch in your belt, so wear it with pride. So, the next time you think you’re falling apart, you’re only making way for new growth. Stay Friendly, Stay Lovely, and Stay Optimistic!


Misstepping in the Right Direction

a clumsy or badly judged step.

Have you ever done the wrong thing at the right time? Don’t fret on it too much, because we all have. They’re called mistakes for a reason, everyone makes them, but they don’t always have to be a bad thing. We mess up and we learn from them. We spill coffee, break shoelaces, spend money that we don’t have, and lose people we don’t want to lose, but for every negative there’s a positive-it all depends on the way you perceive things. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s story time:

“I once was on my way to work in my Grand Am to pick up my check. There was a man walking on the side of the road heading in the direction of my place of work. I finally got inside to get my paycheck and there he was again. After a moment of talking to my coworkers, he started over toward me, greeting me as an old friend. He noticed me from driving down the road. I had very little money for gas and couldn’t make any unneeded trips, however he told me that he had walked for roughly 10 1/2 hours to get to the hospital to check his damaged leg, then pay his mortgage with the rest of his money. He had a long-mangled beard, broken yellow finger nails, and dirty-scraps of clothing on. As a human being, I was weary of offering him a ride, not to mention the fact I had literally no gas money in my budget for this. Before I could decide, though, whether or not to offer him a ride, he had asked for one. So, I had my phone on me in case of an emergency-so why not? I had headed off to cash my check in order to get the gas needed for this trip. He had handed me $8, which is everything he had left, so I initially took the money and put it in the tank. Leaving there we had about a half an hour of driving through winding, twisting wood paths. During this venture, he had told me he used to work on a famous Nascar driver’s car during their pitstops. I hadn’t believed him, the guy looked like he had never had a job in his life. (I used to be quick to judge, until after this journey-I learned a very important lesson that day.) Finally, reaching his old cabin of a house out in the woods somewhere I didn’t recognize. My door at this point had been popping every time someone would open it. He noticed this and continued toward his shed. Opening his shed, there was a cluster of old tools revealing themselves in the dim lit-winter weather. He had reached inside to seamlessly pull a unique, elongated looking tool out as if it were by nature. Walking back toward my door, he had latched the old piece of equipment firmly onto the front fender, pulled . . and voila! My door no longer popped when used. It was at this point I began settling my nerves a bit, until of course-he asked me inside. Cautiously, I had exited my vehicle and stepped slowly toward his home. Entering it, I was introduced to Skippy-his small black and brown puppy. He ushered me into his room where upon his wall, hung at least 10 different pictures of him shaking hands with a Nascar driver’s hand and working on his car. He had kept telling me that I was a message from God, redefining his hope and faith. He had said “God bless you, child” close to 5 times by the time I had left his house. He gave me his and his wife’s phone number and had told me that if my car needed fixing at all just to give them a call. After that, I had called them anytime I needed work done on my car, he would teach me how to fix things in case I needed the experience in the future. Him and his wife would also visit me periodically through where I worked at the time, being able to catch up on the latest things happening in our lives. To this day, I still give him a call anytime I need work done on my vehicle and as much as I saved him that day, he did the same for me.”

So the next time you misstep, remember that you could be misstepping in the right direction.

California Raising the Age for Buying Cigarettes

California doctors will be voting to raise the legal buying age of cigarettes this weekend to the age of 21. If this passes, these kids that are right out of High-School will find it more difficult to purchase tobacco products. Given that, although these kids are legal adults, their brain isn’t fully developed yet. The extra 3 years given to them will potentially decrease the amount of smokers in the already-smog ridden state of California, in-turn lowering emissions effecting the atmosphere. If you stay positive, always remember that positive things will happen. Cleaner air is a growing topic in 2016, pretty soon New York City WON’T be the cleanest air. We’ll see!