Happily Ever After

Happily ever after. You have to wonder if this is even real or is this something that Hallmark or Disney decided that one day they were going to make this up to give people who have no hope something to hold onto. 

As a young woman in my early twenties, I find it interesting that I am expected to act and feel a certain way about things. I once had a friend who'd had her heart broken by a boyfriend who said he loved her, but he would always do things to hurt her. Through all these trials she faced she still kept onto this hope. Kept onto the concept that one day, she and her husband, whomever he might be, will be together with the white picket fence and the 2.5 kids in the yard. I must commend her, because if used the right way, faith can be one hell of a thing. 

We often hold onto things, or people whom we love because the fear of loosing them is what keeps us holding on. The child and its blanket that he uses for comfort, for security. The parents clenching onto the hope that their drug addicted son will eventually get clean. The young girl holding onto the idea that her cheating boyfriend loves her. We hold onto these things out of fear that one day they'll come around; or the idea that we'll eventually be able to let go. We hold onto these things because we are incarcerated within our own fear. We've become so accustom to living life with this ever present thing or person in our life that the concept of it no longer being there can be too much to bare. 

The tears flow like the Nile down a child's face if that blanket cannot be found. The addicts parents lives become a puzzle with a missing piece if they should have to burry their child. The young girl has lost herself if she looses her boyfriend. 

So we keep these things in our lives to provide us with the comfort we think we need to go on. Regardless of how infecting, or not, these things can be. These posessions bring us to a calm. We find solace in them. The hardships that we face in life just become that much easier to bare. 

So is holding onto a "Happily Ever After" a security blanket for the broken heart?

A Green Thought

The most amazing thing about what’s going on in today’s world is the fact that we all see that’s happening yet a lot of us do so little about it. I especially find politicians to be the worst of us all. Reason being is that they are at the forefront of this issue and I know that there is so much more that could be done to save our world, they know it and choose to put it on the back burner. World leaders such as George Bush, could do a lot considering that the United States is the most powerful nation in the entire world and a lot of smaller countries look up to the U.S in the aspect to strive to be like them when it comes to their lifestyle, wealth etc. This isn’t a hidden fact, it’s very commonly known, and with this in mind should Bush not set an environmental example for other nations to follow?
I also think that too much people just don’t care! I know that it is sad but it’s the truth. Environmental issues are not at the top of our to do list, whereas things like Britney Spears’ court affairs are making the headlines and are top stories on the evening news. People now just don’t have their priorities in order in the aspect that we have a tendency to focus on the things that need not to be focused on. Another example is people spending their money on the wrong things. For instance, American spent millions a few years ago, on running bio-terrorism drills incase of an attack. What are the odds of a bio-terrorism attack?! That money could have been put towards good use somewhere else especially when our natural resources are dwindling away before us. I don’t want to seem like I’m bashing the Americans because there are probably many other nations out there doing far worse with their money
Another trait that we lack is awareness. The fact that not to many people know that two thirds of our natural resources have been used up. It could also be the fact that even though we know our resources are being used up at an alarming rate, we aren’t grasping the concepts of what this will mean in the long run. Personally what I fear the most is the fact that we will start to care once it’s to late and nothing can be done about it.

Sicko

Although Michael Moore put this movie out such a long time ago, I finally got the chance to watch it earlier today. Until watching this movie, I never understood the severity of the U.S health care system.
I'm not winter's biggest fan and I used to always say that within the next ten years I’d be living in a sunny southern state somewhere, and I’d nonchalantly joke that paying for health care is a small price to pay for no more winters. That was my attitude until watching this movie. It seems that even in the U.S those who are covered can be denied care if they had a yeast infection ten years ago when they were a teenager!
I was mortified at the confessions of one health official when she revealed that she denied a man a life saving operation that all in an effort to save the company a half of a million dollars. When was a price ever put on a life? How have American’s gone so far as to killing their own just to save money? Yet they wonder why so many countries despise them?! This isn’t a blog about American bashing, because on any given long weekend, this Canadian can be found on a quest across the boarder all in an effort to snag the latest fashions at a fraction of the cost when compared to the prices back home. The health care problem in America is just swept under the rug; we all know its still there because the carpet is lumpy! Yet American’s ride around on this high horse as if they are better than the rest, they’re so patriotic yet so selfish. How dare Bush try and invade another country when problems like this still linger at home?
This movie showed me that America’s biggest dirty little secret is their health care system. Ramming people who are unable to pay their medical bills into cabs and then releasing them in front of shelters, letting children die because they are not covered, or robbing families of their fathers because although a perfect bone marrow donor was found, the operation was deemed “experimental”.
In the film Moore mentions that a society is judged by how they treat the least fortunate people, that sure says a lot about America.
Everybody complains about everything, we’re human, its what we do because nothing can be perfect. This film taught me how to appreciate life, be grateful that money isn’t the first thing that comes to mind if I break a bone. I’ll take my winters and be content because all that glitters in the southern states, isn’t always gold.
It seems that everything comes down to money, but then again, isn’t it always about money? Everybody has their price and with America dollars make sense. A price tag is put on every American’s life when they become sick. Money rules the U.S with an iron fist; like a pimp owns a prostitute.
The problem here is that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

The Lord and Me- A Poem

I was thinking the other day: What if God was a her?
Would you love or disrespect her?
Would the same feelings you have to cheat still occur?
If the Lord was a female,
Would you appreciate all that she did for you?
Or would you treat her like she’s something old instead of something new?
If God was the one you chose to be your life long companion,
Would she be your number one or just another stand in?
If God was the girl that you chose to marry,
You said ‘til death do you part
Would you trust her enough that she wouldn’t be running around
with Tom, Dick and Harry?
If God was a female, the one whom you fell in love with,
Given your heart to
Would you still put her first or would she be second on your list?
Each moment with her would be an eternal blessing,
Nothing else to focus on,
Or would you be thinking about another woman undressing?
Because she’s so holy, would you want her the same?
She’d be the epitome of divinity,
Or would you act up and still be running those childish games?
If God was a her, loved you so much for you she would die,
Could you say that you would do the same?
Or her name you would deny?
If God walked beside you, you’d love honor and obey,
Never to go astray, to your heart she would have the key,
You would never lie or disrespect her,
So why does he do it to me?
We are supposed to find the God in one another
So to all guys,
Treat you girls like there is no other.

Males and Females

This is a short piece, and one of the most honest, and quirkiest thing I've written to date. When I was writing it, it made me smile. One thing I learned is to never regreat anything that made you smile =)

I wish that one day to get into your psyche, this time I’m really trying to look past those brand new Nikes. Nothing to set you apart, like all the rest who have the potential to walk all over my heart. It makes me wonder when you look at me what do you see? I’m attractive because of my mind, wouldn’t you agree? Females have a tendency to be emotional and allow guys to gas up their heads, guys will say anything to get you to lay with them in that double size Sealy posturepedic bed. In all my twenty years of interacting with guys, within the past five I noticed that a lot of you are filled with lies. If I’m not your mother, sister, cousin or aunt, you shouldn’t have to lie to me to get what you want.

One bad apple could spoil it for the rest and I’ve had my share of bad apples, so how about I stay away from the orchard, wouldn’t that be best? The other day I heard an R. Kelly track, he said, ‘One man can make one woman hate all men.” All it takes is that one guy to mess it all up maybe that’s why Barbie broke up with Ken. I don’t mean to male bash, but some guys are like something that just won’t go away, kind of like a rash. Let’s just put it this way: to a female, a male is something that she can’t live with or without, and something she always talks about. To a male a female is something that is sometimes treated as a toy, they treat them other wise when they grow up and stop being little boys. But what is all grown up, when do guys start to become oh so corrupt? Is it when they discover Playboy, that secret hidden joy. Or is it when they realize that some girls are size seven with curves and don’t look like their eleven with curls? Could it be when they do the deed, and can’t think about doing nothing but fulfilling that need?

I feel that right now guys play a major role in my life, but tend to cause a lot of pain and strife. I believe that guys have the ability to make me or break me and they know how to make me everything but stress free. I wonder sometimes what makes guys think that they could do what they do to girls and not treat us like diamonds and pearls. But isn’t it funny that we never miss a good thing until its gone, we sit and think about how to get it back from dusk until dawn. I think that both sexes are the exactly the same, and are really good at driving each other insane. ~