There's this really brainless ad in TV about an "easy button", whiyh is used in a Staples ad. Well, I believe you have to live in that environment to get it, thought it's hard to appreciate the satisfaction from the thought. "Easy Buttons" are the dream of losers. Get everything without breaking a sweat. Why is that good? Because these "easy buttons" let them forget, ignore their utter inability to do the simplest task. Like lottery and casino games, the whole message is: "try your dumb luck! You can't take control of your own life anyway, so sit tight, cross your fingers and hope for the magical solution to fall in your lap!". Well, all these people are lining up to get what they deserve: failure and bitter deception.
Sure, failure and bitter deception also can lash on the hardworking, capable person too, BUT this harworking person is usually more prepared to bounce back, learn, start again and reach real, worthy success. This makes me think of my friend Dragonfly, who has had to put herself through so much, and yet, she can always come back with her bright smile, and make your life prettier with her shiny, creative crafts, which border in artwork if not artwork by themselves. She pours poetry on her posts and bares her feelings and the truth in her lovely, tender heart for all of us to nourish and grow better. Our dear Libe, as I call her (short for Libélula, which is dragonfly in Spanish), is in Mexico with her loved ones, an extended family that grows from the heart if not from the blood, just like my beloved extended family that includes Jules, Marika-néni, János, Gitta, Péter, Mischa, Emő, Títusz, Tibi, Mézes Rózsa, Jeka, Edit, Évi... Kari is not "extended", he's my mate, my other half, or my extended "me".
Dragonfly hasn't been able to post in her blog for a couple of days now, and I can't blame her for it. She must be having the time of her life. I hope she can give some good use to the journal I've got her, so no memory escapes her unique recording. Anyway, you know, I miss her. She's one amazing person and someone fun to be around of.
My own journal has been filling up little by little with thoughts of all kinds, emotions and even the blazing whim of a moment, captured on paper like the eternal picture taken of a fleeting flame, a feather of fire, a whisp of air caught in the flight of a feather, or a chunk of soft, movement full of fur. Fur and delight... the beauty and the mesmerizing of recording in a journal is the eternal preservertion of fleeting emotions that might change and die forever, but which remain for ever captive, preserved and eternal in the instant, uncorrupted, raw photograp of the recount of it, as it comes in big chunks, undigested, clogged in the intensity of it.
Today I was violently arówoken, in the middle of the day to the fact that I am in love with my mate.
Sure, failure and bitter deception also can lash on the hardworking, capable person too, BUT this harworking person is usually more prepared to bounce back, learn, start again and reach real, worthy success. This makes me think of my friend Dragonfly, who has had to put herself through so much, and yet, she can always come back with her bright smile, and make your life prettier with her shiny, creative crafts, which border in artwork if not artwork by themselves. She pours poetry on her posts and bares her feelings and the truth in her lovely, tender heart for all of us to nourish and grow better. Our dear Libe, as I call her (short for Libélula, which is dragonfly in Spanish), is in Mexico with her loved ones, an extended family that grows from the heart if not from the blood, just like my beloved extended family that includes Jules, Marika-néni, János, Gitta, Péter, Mischa, Emő, Títusz, Tibi, Mézes Rózsa, Jeka, Edit, Évi... Kari is not "extended", he's my mate, my other half, or my extended "me".
Dragonfly hasn't been able to post in her blog for a couple of days now, and I can't blame her for it. She must be having the time of her life. I hope she can give some good use to the journal I've got her, so no memory escapes her unique recording. Anyway, you know, I miss her. She's one amazing person and someone fun to be around of.My own journal has been filling up little by little with thoughts of all kinds, emotions and even the blazing whim of a moment, captured on paper like the eternal picture taken of a fleeting flame, a feather of fire, a whisp of air caught in the flight of a feather, or a chunk of soft, movement full of fur. Fur and delight... the beauty and the mesmerizing of recording in a journal is the eternal preservertion of fleeting emotions that might change and die forever, but which remain for ever captive, preserved and eternal in the instant, uncorrupted, raw photograp of the recount of it, as it comes in big chunks, undigested, clogged in the intensity of it.
Today I was violently arówoken, in the middle of the day to the fact that I am in love with my mate.
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