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Depression is insidious. It forms like a fog in your brain, obscuring your life and your feelings so slowly that you don’t even notice. You loose your way, you can’t see where you are and eventually you loose yourself. In the USA 21 million people experience depression at any given moment. That is a number…
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I find it hard to believe anybody anymore. Who is right and who is wrong? Who is left? We live in a world of lies and deceit. I accept that, but I really want to believe in something, and belong to something! I think I will just believe in and belong to, myself! It’s with…
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What can I say? Live well on your terms. I felt trapped in endless daysmudanely moving from play to play;eat, sleep, work, repeat;shit, the sameness of my days left me beat.I drowned my sorrow with drugs and boozeusing hopeless futility as an excuse.But this only made me lose;job, family, friends and favor.Then I did a…
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To a large extend we are formed by our experiences. At some point though we have to take charge and set the tone of our existence. A perfect life is impossible. The best we can do is to be present and put ourselves out there. Participate in life. Mingle, love, learn, laugh, screw up or…
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I saw something on YouTube that resonated with me. Nobody likes being wrong. Everyone hates making mistakes. This is often programmed into us by parents, school, friends and peers. Mistakes are highlighted, talked, laughed and cried about. Avoiding mistakes can lead to inaction. When you do nothing you cannot fail right? Wrong! Doing nothing is…
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Life is a puzzle. No, the whole world is a puzzle. When the puzzle pieces are put together correctly a picture emerges, and the puzzle is solved. Puzzle pieces are not unique, making it possible to complete the puzzle, but obscure the picture when pieces are fit in the wrong place. Just because a piece…
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Sometimes the past will not stay where it belongs. Often we find our thoughts return to past events or experiences, and it disturbs and disrupts our calm. Maybe this means that there is something to be learned from these haunting memories. If only we can separate these recollections from the accompanying emotions, enabling us to…
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When I was young, I was a bastard, and I loved it. I barreled through life often with disdain for others, selfishly seeking my own pleasure and desires. I enjoyed being arrogant, I hated being wrong. I looked out for only me, ignorant, self absorbed and shameless. This little verse deals with that self-concern. I…
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Everyone wants to be first, to win, to be in front. Many will sacrifice much to be one of the first to own new things. Number one, the winner, trailblazer and trendsetter. Yeah maybe, but taxing and unsustainable. Simply see each day as the first and live a little. All things first becomes memorable facts;From…
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Life is for the living. Who knows for sure, but it appears we get one shot at it. There might not be any do overs, or any reward once it is over. I saw a comic once where a doctor examines a very old and frail man and says ‘You remember how clean living added…
Tales from my head 