Random chic in a not so random town

I know it is not the end of 2011 yet but  I am having one of those gut feelings that this post is coming at just the right moment....I have told several people that I consider dear to me that this year was the year of epiphany. I have learned things about myself no one could ever have taught me... between struggling to find my niche and living a carefree young person's life I have come to appreciate the following things   (and they are a lot of things) That is is   OK  to say NO See I have been involved in somethings(OK a lot of things) am not so proud of this year. I guess part of the problem is because I cared to much where I was not needed to care and as a result, I always found myself saying YES to everything. Even when it took away a piece of myself every time I partook of it.So next year am saying NO to things I feel are not worth my time. That sometimes it needs a little DARING spirit to get something done ...

I am SCARED..... Of growing up Of hitting a stagnant patch                           Of disappointments Of trusting too much Of letting people down I am CONSOLED.... That people make mistakes That life is a journey That hitting a rock bottom is the only way to get back UP without slipping That trust is two way That if you don't expect, you will not be disappointed In the PAST I relied on what people thought of me I doubted my abilities I sheltered my heart I focused on the shallow end I thought only as far as my vision of my nose could take me In the PRESENT I am evolving I am garnering strength I am getting a laser focus I am surrounding myself with sun I am getting rid of clutter I am NO LONGER SCARED I am beyond CONSOLED In the FUTURE I continue to seek I find I seek once more I find some more FEAR is a good thing, FEAR is a h...

I must admit I was a big skeptic of ebooks. I love me some hard copy  traditional book that I can read word for word, page per page and savour the intensity of the book with every expression and every feeling, with every stroke of the pen (or,mostly computer). But this week I was given an eBook by someone I consider well...I consider nothing of and I was told it was a must read. The books were out of stock in the bookstores and I  just had to read it. I was even given an ebook reader that simulates reading a real book( I thought he was really going out of his way to get me to read the book so I said why not?). I read the first page and I was officially inlove. The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel. I broke something, Old Man. How badly is it broken?  It's in a million little pieces.  I'm afraid I can't help you. Why? There's nothing you can do. Why? It can't be fixed. Why? It's broken beyond repair.  It's in a million lit...

I just can't seem to shake the writer's block of late. I was even supposed to have a guest writer because of that but he let me down big time (apparently he was having a slow day! Yeah right! I know what you was doing :)) anyway in this writer's block's bubble, I got to spend sometime with someone last evening and we talked about a lot of things but what caught my ears and part of my heart was his take on love. I know, I know, I have been talking a lot about this subject called LOVE for a long time now but I know for a fact that its insanity is what is keeping the world sane. There are different kinds of LOVE. The love for God,  for family, love for friends, love for workmates, love for heroes/heroins and love for a longtime partner.All these differ in quantity and in quality but either way we love. It is one thing God put in us that is so human, so beautiful, so refreshing BUT we abuse it, and for all the wrong reasons.I like how God puts it (or rather the bi...

I know someone, he is a good person in every sense of the word but he has all the wrong things happening to him. It breaks my heart and am helpless. I don't know what to do to console him, ABSOLUTELY nothing. Which leads me to the question, why do bad things happen to good people? I had a debate with my father dearest the other day, and I like my ol'man because he has a wealth of knowledge on almost all subjects. When this debate came up and I was waiting to challenge him (be assured I can argue*chuckle*) here is what he had to say: "God works in mysterious ways. When we have it all, he wants to be sure we keep the faith no matter what. So he allows the devil to play with our faith. Just like he did Job, and the devil will keep throwing things at us, LEFT,RIGHT and  CENTER. We might handle the first few things,even ignore them but we have to reach our threshold. Even the finest piece of diamond was curved from extreme pressure. And just like Job, when we overcome and ...

Dear Anonymous, I have not met you, but I know I love you already They say everyone has a soul mate in this lifetime I know you are mine every morning when I wake up and I look for Cupid's hideaway, I hope you are down the street looking at my window...that arrow has to hit me looking at you It just has to. I saw my girlfriend dying out of pain from a broken heart, I saw my neighbour lust after another girl, I saw my teacher looking at those raunchy websites I had to wonder if I was dreaming too much Expecting the unexpected.. Hoping for a doomed course But every time I take a paper and a pen and write the sweet words streaming from my heart and try my best to make my handwriting suitable for you, Imagining your face and your gaze upon my face, I get all the warm fuzzy feelings inside and wish time would stand still My ink bleeds out this hope, not for passion but for truth I know I will meet you someday. I met someone today, they gazed at me and I ...

The ground grew darker, and every time she took a step forward, the more she sank in. There was a reeling pain in her brain and outcry by her body to think straight-She was relying on her body to do the thinking, all she felt was numb despite the excruciating pain she was supposed to feel. It was better not to feel, she had decided. She was going to thrive in her reality and try to break free from everything that had defined her. She was about to be reborn, he had robbed everything she had always held closer to her heart. Hers was a story of regression, from butterfly to Caterpillar, from leaf to bud and she did not know how she had let it happen.How now spirituality, something she had treasured with every inch of her being, seemed so foreign to her. How God had ceased being all knowing and all present and now was just a word so easily spoken off, God. What kind of God would let her sink in so deep like she had? What God would let so many demons dwell in her h...