Your destiny is on your shoulders

“If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn’t sit for a month.” ―Theodore Roosevelt

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We need to break free from the walls of blame we have built around us. We are each responsible for our own actions, our own “destiny,” and our own future. Fate, destiny, karma, whatever word we choose to describe it, is in our own hands. Life accomplishments do not just happen, they are made to happen.

Society has created a place where we can hide and blame others for our mistakes. Teachers blame the parents, parents blame the media, the media blames Republicans, and the mailman blames the dog.

The “Blame Game” is an easy game to play when there are so many players.

I hear excuses daily, excuses that take all the blame and dump it on someone else’s lap.

Sitting on the couch, blaming others for our own problems will not solve anything. When we want to succeed, we need to take blame out of our thoughts. It is no one’s fault but our own if we fail.

Silly lawsuits are perfect examples of this:

“I’m fat because McDonalds serves me fatty-fried foods. I’m suing”

“While prowling on your shotty roof I broke my leg. I’m suing.”

“I sat on a hot bench at a football game. I’m suing.”

These sound ridiculous, I know. But guess what? They’re real. In a sue-happy society, I can see why the “blame game” is easy to play. Some of these cases actually win. Common sense tells us otherwise, but the courts prove us wrong. With a strong enough argument, sure we can blame someone else and make others believe it.

What is it worth to you? Pinning our troubles on others sure does make it easier to sleep at night, am I right? However, is it really helping our future? Are we going to progress if we keep pushing our troubles on others and not own up to them?

Change your perspective, change your future.

In the end, you are in charge of your choices and actions. If you’re not happy with something, you have only yourself to blame.

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My dog, Bow

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At the shelter he caught my eye

A few entries ago, I spoke of my grim praxis of walking through animal shelters to visit the animals. In doing so, I find motivation to help these poor little lives. People tend to take it upon themselves to judge whether a life is worth keeping or if it should be terminated. People play God everyday.

Disagree?

  • Have you ever killed a giant spider in your house instead of releasing it into the bushes outside?
  • Have you ever set a mouse trap to catch that pesky rodent that has moved in?
  • Have you ever gone hunting for sport?
  • Do you support abortion?

**Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging anyone’s character if you have or have not.  These are just examples to my point. We all play God.

Anywho, back to my story.

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While out in the “dog eat dog” world, I stumbled across a black beauty of a puppy. I was drawn to him. I couldn’t walk away; when others walked up to his cage, I claimed him as my own. Ultimately, they would walk away. I felt some guilt, I really had no intention of adopting that day, especially a puppy. But I couldn’t fight the magnetic energy pulling me in. I gave in, I asked if I could play with him; he was awesome! Before I had officially adopted him, I named him at the shelter; Bowie.

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Bowie has brought so much color into our lives, his antics never cease to amuse us. With his cleverness and curiosity, he has learned to open the sliding screen door and invite himself inside the house. About a week after we brought him home, we found him in the kitchen sink. He somehow knew to jump on the couch, to the table, to the counter, and then his prize was licking our dirty dishes. From that day forward, we never trusted him alone again. With good reasoning too, I’ve never had a more destructive dog in my life.

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When we have people over we need to keep Bowie outside, he is a 64 pound dog that has the manners of a 5 pound dog. He jumps on everyone, he does not discriminate. We’re still battling this terrible habit. We keep the outside light on to keep an eye on him, he throws tantrums because he wants so badly to come in and say hi to everyone. He drags the outside furniture around the backyard, right now he’s working on a hole he’s chewing through the center of the bench. Our laughter only seems to encourage him, we admit to the fact that we raised a brat. A good-hearted, over-the-moon, spoiled brat.

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He’s not allowed on the couch, and he knows it.

At the park and the beach we love letting him off the leash. He is gallant like a horse and gallops from dog to dog trying to find a playmate. He has a swing in his hips and a skip in his walk that is a just a crack-up. He grazes on grass like a goat, chews wood like a beaver, once he gnawed down a tree into a little stump, and like a monkey he will climb on a small outside wall to peak over a taller wall to spy on the neighbors.

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What dog sits like this?

It has been over a year since Bowie entered my life. Each day has brought a new amusement and given me just one more reason to love him. I figure, if he can bring me this much joy, maybe he can bring my readers some joy as well.

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He’s like a child, he loves the park!

Did I mention that he smiles? Did I mention that he “talks” to us by a drawn out howling sound? Did I mention that he loves catching June Bugs in the field? I bet there’s a lot I forgot to mention, stay tuned.

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If only love wasn’t a hidden treasure

A life lesson taught to me by a four-year old.

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“When I grow up, I want to be love. I want everyone to feel love.”

Love.

The world needs more love.

This little girl never hesitates to love, not even to a stranger; she never thinks twice, she just leaps on in with wide open arms.

It never matters if your clothes are in style; she dresses herself, her wacky, mismatched outfits rarely make sense, anyways.

It never matters if your hair is perfectly in place or has fallen flat; she has wild hair that seems as though it has never met a comb.

Your shoes will make no difference to her; she’d rather everyone be barefoot, anyways.

She believes that all girls, no matter of their age, are beautiful princesses and that all boys are handsome princes.

Even when it is “unpopular” to befriend a certain classmate, she offers her hand in friendship.

When she speaks, she speaks with ease and expression. She can carry a conversation on forever.

She wants nothing more than to help our planet and spread love to every heart in the world.

Her mom said to me, “I don’t know where she gets it.”

My guess is she gets it from the innocence of youth. I wish we could all be more innocent.

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Don’t drink and drive

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You always stood out among the rest

You were here for a minute

Taken from this world

A life was stolen

Sometimes I wish I could rewind the hands of time and save you

I wish I could save you

When I think about you and when I read about you it still doesn’t seem real

Were you really here?

Without a doubt you exist, forever in our hearts your spirit soars

Your light guides us like the stars

Still, you were here for a minute

Taken from this world

Your life was stolen

I wish I could save you

I wish I could have saved you.

Never drink and drive.

Never text and drive.

Never be that selfish.

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A friend in the past, stranger in the present

IMG_9959The other day I ran into an old friend of mine. We used to know each other so well; we shared so many good times, so many bad times, and so many “what do you want to do today?” times.

In my head, I picture a conversation with an old friend to go like this:

“How are you? Are you still working for that jerk boss or did you tell him where to shove it?”

“Actually, he was fired and I took his place. How is your dog, Rover? Last time we saw each other he was just six weeks old.”

Pretty much, we spend the entire conversation catching up on where we left off.

The reality of this conversation went a little more like this:

“Funny running into you here.”

“Ha, yep.”

“Where you working now?”

“Same place I’ve worked for five years now.”

“Oh, cool! Where you living?”

“…Not far from here…”

“Streets have names.”

…Awkward silence…

“They sure do. Take care!”

Why is the reality different from the conversation I would imagine to have? Why is it hard to re-kindle a lost friendship?

It’s bizarre to me, knowing someone to their deepest core and then suddenly, bam! You don’t. A person I once knew, embodied in a stranger.

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A hypocritical oath

“If liberty and equality, as is thought by some, are chiefly to be found in democracy, they will be best attained when all persons alike share in government to the utmost.” -Aristotle

All dressed up and ready for display.

All dressed up and ready for display.

Are we all equals?

Or are we oppressed by age, sex, race, and gender?

Is it acceptable to discriminate against someone due to any of the above reasons, even in circumstance? I’m sure by now you’ve answered no to yourself.

In our society, here in America, we strive to have equal rights and a penchant for “doing what’s right.”

We hear about feminist groups fighting for women’s rights, women deserve to be treated the same way as men!

Women, ponder this for a moment. This sounds logical, right? If a man can do it, so can a woman.

The fight against objectification of women is a long road to battle; there are too many hypocritical people in our world, this is no easy feat.

Here’s my most recent experience:

Girls get dolled up for a night out on the town, girls get offered special drink promotions, free entry into clubs and parties. This understanding  is on gender and appearance alone. This seems a bit unorthodox to me. These offers are not coming to girls for their award-winning personalities, intelligent conversations, but for their gender and appearance. We are women, we get free things. The more attractive we are, the more we’ll get. IMG_1529

It is hypocritical to say that this is acceptable, but women still want the same treatment as men.

Same example, opposite gender; different experience:

Men get dressed up for a night out on the town, they go to the same bars, same clubs, and the same parties as the said women. Stop! They are not offered drink promotions, they are denied free access, and they are expected to pay a cover-charge just to get into the building. Guess what, they’re also expected to buy women’s drinks. Hence free entry for women; the more women in the club, the more men will fork up their money.

Somewhere along the way this has come to be expected. This is the norm!

For all of those out there fighting for women’s rights, I recommend educating women about their ideas of what is acceptable and what is wrong, before you continue.

There will be no change if the young are not educated. Until we have  indistinguishable interpretations for what being equal entails, we will never achieve true equality.

With that being said, I hope one day there will be more motivation and movement for a better world, than to party at the hottest clubs.

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Take the coward’s way out

“He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”  -Dr Seuss

Is it acceptable to put on a mask to hide our identities, run around town and harass random strangers? What if we know them, does that make it better? No? But it’s empowering, putting others down and lessening their self-worth, it’s an even better way to get our point across! By belittling others we feel bigger. Shame on everyone. 

Shame on everyone that hides behind their computer screen and harasses complete strangers. Shame on the people who use their computers as a weapon against others, and shame on any adult, child, or adolescent that bullies other people.

I cannot fathom speaking to anyone the way some people do.  Some of the comments I read on Facebook, social media blogs, and other public sites are flat-out sickening.

The computer screen is not a weapon, it is a shield. A shield for cowards to hide behind and pass judgements; a shield to say harsh words that should never be uttered to another human-being; a shield of denial that the object behind the receiving screen is a real person with real feelings.

Shame on anyone that uses their computer as a mask, weapon, or shield. We need to use our computers to expand our knowledge and human-decency. Not destroy it.

The internet is full of trolls that seem to have wandered away from their bridges.

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