“I don’t think of all the misery,
but of the beauty that still remains.”
Anne Frank
What would Anne Frank have given the world had she been allowed to live?
The cost of hatred is high.
Sadly, people are still buying hate and its ugliness.
One can only imagine all the wonders that have been lost to its venom.
When will the madness end?
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Write a story or poem of 5 Lines or Less
Use the picture and/or the word fireworks as inspiration
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If you are not on WordPress put a link to your post in the comments.
You can also post your story or poem in the comments.
“Most folks are as happy as
they make up their minds to be.”
Abraham Lincoln
I totally agree with Abe on this. It’s up to us whether or not we are happy. I am not a Pollyanna kind of person who thinks everything is wonderfully rosy all the time. I know there are times in all our lives that are pretty awful. Bad stuff happens that’s a fact of life but how we choose to respond is up to us.
We can choose to wallow in self-pity feeling sorry for ourselves or we can stand tall and look for solutions to the problems we face. Yes, we may become depressed and sad. Not everything in life brings a smile or laugh. Some things make us angry or we cry in our distress and feel alone. How we react to our feelings will determine how we respond and the next steps we take.
Life is a journey that is, if not easy usually enjoyable, but not always. There will be mud puddles and some trash along the path and sometimes mountains to climb or tunnel through or places that have been flooded and need a bridge built. It is up to us how we do what needs to be done and what we focus on, the trials or the trail up ahead still to be explored.
It takes a strong will and courage, a sense of humor and a loving heart, and the people we love who love us to face the challenges of life. It may be easier to be miserable but being happy is so much more…much much more!
This is where I write stories.
Some stories will be 100% truth (or close to it)
others will be 100% tale.
Most will be a little bit of both.
You can decide where the story belongs.
When she was a little girl her Daddy
would recite this silly little rhyme
and tell her it was written about her.
There was once a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
she was very very good.
And when she was bad
she was horrid!
He would laugh loudly
and she would giggle.
When she was a teenager he still recited the rhyme
but his laughter was more a grunt
and she no longer giggled.
When he was old and she was no longer young
he would occasionally tell her story of the little girl.
He would smile and sigh
and she would shake her head.
Now her Daddy is no longer here
but she remembers the silly rhyme
and she giggles like a little girl again.
