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Writing Prompt: Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?
“When I was a little girl, everything in the world fell into either of these two categories: wrong or right. Black or white. Now that I am an adult, I have put childish things aside and now I know that some things fall into wrong and some things fall into right. Some things are categorized as black and some things are categorized as white. But most things in the world aren’t either! Most things in the world aren’t black, aren’t white, aren’t wrong, aren’t right, but most of everything is just different. And now I know that there’s nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don’t have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey. And when I was a child, I thought that God was the God who only saw black and white. Now that I am no longer a child, I can see, that God is the God who can see the black and the white and the grey, too, and He dances on the grey! Grey is okay.”
― C. JoyBell C.
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Writing Prompt: “Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” — Sylvia Plath. Which do you find more dangerous: wanting nothing, or wanting everything?
I would say that a happy medium is normal, but honestly who’s normal? Had a been another person living a totally different life I would say that wanting nothing is bad, but I’ve had so many things taken from me, things that most people take for granted, and as any chronically ill person will tell you, when that’s take from the the other materialistic things really don’t mean much at all. After my second transplant I made a conscious effort to stay as humble as I could. “Things” are nice and most of the time they are pretty, but they don’t make me feel better and they won’t be there when my body goes to shit ..
There are things that I wish I could have, of course everyone feels that way, but if I can’t have them now, I’m willing to wait until I can. Personally I feel like a person who wants nothing will be grateful for everything that they are given no matter how bog or small, a person who wants everything is a person who may never be grateful or never find joy in the little things, and at the end of the day they will never be satisfied. So by far wanting everything is far more dangerous….
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Writing Prompt: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
Just because you asked I would say every damn day, but that would be me being overly dramatic; but seriously the last time I felt that was this past Thursday on Thanksgiving, I love the holidays, I’m very close with my family so I see them at least once a week, but holidays just reinforces that when you want to be around family and reflect and be thankful on all the things that have happened in the past year, but if you read this post it wouldn’t be all that shocking to know that this Thanksgiving was a bummer, I was really struggling with finding something to be Thankful for, I was on the verge or tears the entire day, and to be honest it’s been like that ever since.
Years from now I hope that looking back I’ll remember this particular Thanksgiving and remember despite the curveball that life sent my family, despite the grief and the sadness, I was able to find comfort and be thankful for the little things, and at the end of the day that’s what it’s really all about? So at the very core say it was the best of times, it was the worst of times is the only way that I can put it.
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Writing Prompt: Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days?
Honestly I think for me the good old days would be when I was a kid, looking back now, you don’t realize what a blessing it was to be blissfully ignorant. There was violence, but it was nothing that I ever saw and it never effected, My family was financial difficulties, I never knew it, I never experiences racism and poverty was something I only saw on television.
If there was a way that I could go back and be blissfully ignorant while keeping the things that I know now…actually I don’t think that possible… I would ask too many questions….
Once you start asking questions, innocence is gone. – Mary Astor
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