Today, from birthdays to bridal showers, bachelor parties to proms, even baby showers are now bigger than life. 48 hour weekends, whole weeks, even entire months are dedicated and spent at great cost to celebrate single milestones to which we used to only donate hours of a day. It wasn’t a competition back then and nobody was starved for a party. Seems maybe we’ve passed the point of considering life itself the celebration and its measures the mere exclamation points. We used to go big, and then we literally just went home.
the edges
I’m amazed by people who successfully walk the edges of life rarely falling to either side. Their balance is a gift not reflective of ignorance, placation or indecisive weakness but a keen ability to be objective, the gift that both invites and unites.
wishless
If you live your life just right, you may be among the fortunate few who die with an empty bucket, totally fulfilled and completely wishless.
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Anyone can write a happy ending story if you choose a subject, an action verb, and when the deed is done, a pen.
God is sneaky
Coincidence: when God goes anonymous.
Serendipity: when God goes undercover.
Deja Vu: He did it before and can do it again.
the good life
Some are all about making money to live the good life when they’re old. Others are about living a good life now for memories money can’t buy when they’re old.
without a trace
I wonder if they’ll wonder why
I never ever said good bye.
I’m not around and out of touch
Nothing nowhere, not so much.
I wonder if they’ll wonder where
I’ve clearly vanished to thin air.
Or look and see I’m not around
And hear me not, and can’t be found.
I wonder if they’ll wonder how
I took my leave without a bow.
Or disappeared without a trace
And left no tear on no one’s face.
I wonder if they’ll wonder when
I might be coming back again.
Like absences that reappear,
Not very likely, this is clear.
I wonder if they’ll wonder if
At six feet under when I’m stiff
I’ve gone away to heaven’s gate
With earnest hope for them to wait.
I wonder who will wonder then
Or think of things which might have been
Or wonder not, their life resume
To wonder things they just presume.
I wonder if I’ll even wonder
In that sleep to think and ponder
Thoughts like these I left behind
Or in their slumber never mind.
Or if and when and how and why
It even matters when I die?
But wonder not where I have gone,
Rejoice instead I’m finally home.
late night murder
It was a massacre, with each interracial soul poised as my victim, lined up in three uniformed battalions fifteen deep, unaware and under a cover of darkness. I ripped open the tent and my ruthless ambush was without warning. One by one I ripped out their guts singlehandedly relishing each kill, twisting their mangled bodies and drowning the carcasses in a pool of milk until no more Oreos remained.
grace, mercy & blessings
Grace is when God gives us that which we don’t deserve, mercy is when He spares us the consequences we surely do, and a blessing is when He is generous on both fronts.
doing the right thing
There are probably just as many stories about someone doing the right thing and winning as there are about someone doing the right thing yet losing. Both stories are inspiring not for their outcomes but for their decisions to deliberately do what is right, regardless the outcome. When we do the right things the outcomes cease being the climax, focus, meaning or purpose of the story but the doing of the right thing is itself the sole author of the inspiration. Outcomes are too often overrated, mostly by those who don’t live by faith and in so doing, learning nothing about having joy in endings unknown.