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 |   Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
 "Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself." CHARLIE CHAPLIN  Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. David Whyte        This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts. |
| Prompt: The Titanic hit an ice berg and sunk April 14, 1912. Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------------ "So iconic and tragic!" I might remark. "But it was more than a century ago," you might think. Still, not what happened to Titanic but what took place afterward is very important. Many improvements followed this tragedy, such as the realization for better ship construction, improved safety measures and better emergency procedures. After all, 1500 people had lost their lives in this tragedy and something so terrible shouldn't go without offering any use to the rest of us. Certainly, from this loss many tales of heroism and sacrifices of heroism and stories of heartbreak and loss surfaced, and countless movies and documentaries were made. Of those movies, what I can recall, at the moment, are: A Night to Remember, Titanic, The Unsinkable Molly Brown, Raise the Titanic, etc. Of the documentaries, one offered on TV by Orson Welles sticks to my mind but I can't recall the name or the exact date, although I think it had to be aired during the 1980's. After all, Titanic's sinking was a huge tragedy and inside it were the passengers who were mostly on the upper echelons of society. High Society or not, to this day, the saga of this ship, Titanic, is a sad reminder of the fragility of human life and the power of the sea. . |
| Prompt: April 8, 2024 was the eclipse. Did you get to see it in your area? How did it make you feel? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------ Yes, and no. Actually, about the time Eclipse were to show up, we got gray skies for about a few minutes. The weren't even as dark as when a rainstorm starts. So much for all the hoopla. It didn't make me feel anything special. So what if something small dared to cast its shadow on something huge! On the other hand, I really want to write about something else, today, if I may eclipse some companies if the pun sticks: AI and the Companies that cannot adjust to AI Companies are in the process of reinventing themselves, thanks to AI or rather no-thanks as (I want to curse at something or someone). I understand that the usage of AI means a paradigm shift and a transformative force for businesses. But my frustration with the companies is, "why jump into it when you haven't totally informed and instructed your workers!" Recently, I've had problems with Comcast and Microsoft. Imagine other people who have to deal with a much higher number of such and similar companies. To begin with, I resent either my connection to the net and the tricks it plays on my Email and other things, or Microsoft butting in with notices while I'm trying to write something, especially MS's pushing their browser through my nose and their new so-called "dock" no matter how many times I deleted them. They are either doing this for to enrich their profit or to mess up my concentration with their distracting suggestions. Or they are so excited with their newly-found capabilities and freedoms that they have no respect for their users. Then, the workers in such companies, even those people on the higher rungs of the company's ladder, still don't have any idea how things work in connection to their AI use. When I call, I either get a runaround or a defensive, "Let us look into this and we'll call you back." On my personal usage front, for example, MS word used to be my go-to writing pad and I used to love it. Nowadays, it does weird things, such as if I select a word or sentence, delete doesn't work on it. I have to cut it. Then, other weird stuff happens too, which is too long to go into at the moment. So I gave up on MS Word totally for a while, until--hopefully--they clean their act, regardless of the fact that I keep paying them. So I write just about everything on notepad and do the fixing on WdC's still intact system. When AI first surfaced, I had rejoiced as I like inventions and technology, however inept I am in such things, but I think in this case, I jumped the gun. Still, I'm not blaming AI but the companies and their eager-beaver incompetents who think they know everything but do not have an inkling on how to use a technology that can be so helpful. . |
| Prompt: Ending Wars On April 9, 1865, Robert E. Lee surrendered to Ulysses S. Grant bringing the Civil War to an end. In what ways can we end wars whether they are personal or worldwide? ====== End wars? Bah, Humbug! My own prompt just made me laugh. Is that ever possible, I ask. We cannot end any wars unless we really, truly dig deep and find out what their underlying causes are. This goes for all wars, between nations, worldwide, or persons. Let's see what seemed and seems to work in some instances:  Using a neutral third party or mediators. Sometimes this works because a neutral country or person can tame their use of vocabulary, find a common ground, and clarify misunderstandings. Sometimes though, because the weirdness of our human nature, the third party is also drawn into the war. For example, when Germany was attacking other nations on the mainland Europe, British Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain, flew to meet Hitler at his private mountain retreat in Berchtesgaden in an attempt to resolve the crisis. Guess what happened to Great Britain afterwards! Humanitarian Aid and Development Assistance:Addressing some or most of the effects of war on people and providing humanitarian aid to them can help ease the suffering, therefore opening more tolerance for a peace negotiation. I don't know all history in its details but I dare think this doesn't help any peace negotiation. It may, however, aid the suffering populations and ease our conscience for letting one nation kill, maim, and hurt many people of another nation. International Law and Conflict Resolution Unions: This does work, however, for only a few decades, the way I see it. The League of Nations before World War II came to an end. As is Nato and EU are losing effect at this time. What next? I tremble with fear. Just who will be there for conflict prevention, arms and insult control, good communication, cultural exchange? The players always change, and if they are effective, it is only for a short time. My guess is, the world peace has come down to the individual person. If each person refrained from harsh words, harsh thoughts, harsh actions, and cultivated in himself the love for humankind regardless of differences, maybe, in the very long run, we could have good leadership and worldwide good will for peace. Not doable? Seems so, but let's hope. . |
| Prompt: Eclipse What does the word 'eclipse' mean to you? And what about the darkness in some areas of life where we need to seek clarity and light? --------- Eclipse is where one being or celestial body is made to move into the shadow of another. Today, April 8,2024, is the total solar eclipse. It means the silly moon is daring to obscure our majestic sun. But in jest only and depending where one stands, both today and throughout our existence. This may easily mean that dark periods in our lives such as personal struggles, failure, loss and all other crises are only shadows. Like the moon veiling the sun's light, these hardships can block or mar our sense of purpose, hope, and happiness, leaving us in the shadow of despair. Yet, during such eclipses in life, we appreciate the light of our good times, and if we are sane and stable enough, we know that these eclipses can only be fleeting. In such moments we need to turn inward, to find that lost light outside inside of us and realize that such moments are the creation's or the Creator's (whichever you believe in) way of testing our mettle, challenging our beliefs, and thus, shaping our characters. Especially when we realize what seems to be light lost is not lost. That light was untouched and undiminished but was only covered up to be discovered again. This realization is resilience and it transforms us into being better and enjoying this human experience with courage and hope. Has there been eclipses in my own life? Yes, of course, and too many to count or to caliber. Did I learn from them? I certainly hope so. Otherwise, I wouldn't even dare write in my blog every single day without lamenting my existence. So, I hope and believe this game will end with eclipses 0 to Joy's every win (well, mostly  ). After all, in the games of light and shadow, light always wins. . |
| Prompt: Imperfection~ in things, in people, in places add character to life. Tell us about an imperfection that you cherish. -------- Flaws, asymmetries, and quirks...don't they lend depth and charm to our lives and relationships? This may be because perfection can be intimidating while imperfections mean authenticity, sincerity, and acceptance. In people some imperfections make each person unique and fascinating. Those imperfections hide in our quirks, vulnerabilities, and idiosyncrasies. A crooked smile, a nervous laugh, or a distinctive accent can be a loveable trait to draw people to us. As to places, a crowded city with a maze of narrow and wide streets and old and new architecture captures the beauty and evolution of human life. Yet, a cottage on the countryside among wildflowers has the charm of simplicity and serenity. On physical objects, each scratch or mark carries the signs of life and history of vintage furniture, for example. This is because some imperfections add character and sometimes a story. A case in point, the chipped mug I still have, which my late husband used to drink from, has a such sentimental value! The chip happened when it slipped from my hand and hit the side of the kitchen counter, but the mug remained intact, except for a very tiny chip on its side at the bottom. Hubby had joked, "Never mind, I'll like it even more now...it's a proof for resilience." Such a grand acceptance to celebrate the clumsy me and this chipped mug! It was as if rejoicing the imperfect nature of life with its unpredictability and impermanence. I'll never forget him or throw away this mug. . |
| Prompt: You find yourself trapped in a fairy tale. What happens to you? -------- Once upon a time, I was a woman of grace and kindness, but then, I became the infamous Evelyn, the wicked stepmother. Just who put me in this role of the villain in a story I never liked or even this unfortunate event I never foresaw? Just who trapped me into being Evelyn? I don't like this! Because now, I'm teetering on the edges of sorrow and desperation, laced with my cruelty. Once, as Evelyn, I had dreams of my own in my youth. I was like a delicate leaf dancing in the moonlight. Yet, those dreams were swept away in a storm when I was made to marry a man with a daughter and the legacy of a perfect, dead wife who loved everyone. Her unseen presence clobbered me and surrounded me in an inescapable fog. It isn't that I didn't try to embrace this family. I did. Yet, there was no comfort in this step-mother-hood. She, that daughter, saw me not as a beacon of warmth but an intruder to her perfect world with her dad. Thus, the years wore on, withering my spirit, suffocating me with the weight of broken dreams and unrequited love. My husband was still consumed by his own grief of his "real" first wife and he remained distant to me, creating a chasm between us. Still, we managed to bring to life two daughters who reflected the turmoil of my innards. In the depths of my despair, especially after my husband passed away, I succumbed to bitterness and envy. In the meantime, Cinderella had blossomed into beauty and grace. She had become a haunting melody against the scratchy tune of my broken life, and so, I forced her into slavery...to me. Then, fate intervened with that grand ball for maidens to compete for Prince's affections. Just when my own daughters, during the ball, had caught the eye of the prince, a grand reverse happened. A calamity! Cinderella entered the scene, and the rest is history. When all is said and done, my life journey somewhat resembles that of Cinderella's. Yes, there's some truth to this. When I think of it, in hindsight, it is a tale of loss and longing, of darkness...Well, maybe a hope of light, at its end. Yet, Cinderella was always bright and pure, and I always misstepped and made mistakes. But now that it is all over, my heart is free from bitterness and regret. Maybe through some transformation, I'll find redemption. I think, after all, the Creator is all-forgiving and maybe He'll show me the light. |
| Prompt: "Sometimes it snows in April." This is a song by Prince. Write about this quote in your Blog entry today. -------------- Honestly, I can't even recall if I ever listened to this song. So I ran a search and came up with the lyrics for it. Also, Wikipedia says: "The song's narrator recounts memories of Christopher Tracy, Prince's character from Under the Cherry Moon, and how Tracy's death affected the narrator; it also expresses their desire to hopefully rejoin Tracy in heaven. Prince performed the song live fairly often over the years, sometimes using it as a final encore to wind down the show." So, it shows, being that I'm of the very old school, I am not too much into Prince, as good or as popular as he may be. Still, there is some feeling in the words of the song that apply to me, too. This is because I've also lost someone most important to me and know about that kind of a grief. I guess grief is a natural response to loss, as well as a tribute to the depth of love and connection. The pain of that loss can be overwhelming, leaving a void in our lives that seems impossible to fill. That's why, in the midst of the grief, we long for a chance to meet again with a loved one, be it in Heaven, hoping that our soul can find solace, peace, and companionship beyond the bounds of this earthly existence. In the end, grief is a testament to the depth of love and the enduring impact of who is lost, and being human, we still hope for healing and renewal. Here are the words for Prince's song, Sometimes it Snows in April: Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war Just after I wiped away his last tear I guess he's better off than he was before A whole lot better off than the fools he left here I used to cry for Tracy 'cause he was my only friend Those kind of cars don't pass you every day I used to cry for Tracy 'cause I want to see him again But sometimes, sometimes life ain't always the way [Chorus] Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad (So bad) Sometimes I wish that life was never ending And all good things, they say, never last [Verse 2] Springtime was always my favorite time of year A time for lovers holding hands in the rain Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears Always cry for love, never cry for pain He used to say so strong unafraid to die Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized No, staring at his picture I realized No one could cry the way my Tracy cried. . |
| Prompt: One man's junk is another man's treasure. Write about this in your Blog entry today. ----- One Man's Junk (A short story) With his arthritic fingers, Paul shuffles through the boxes, lifting forgotten things: a broken toy, a yellowed photograph, a rusted hammer... Each holds a story. He straightens up and looks around. He has inherited this antique store from his late uncle Marvin, a dedicated collector. Marvin saw potential where others saw clutter. Paul lifts delicately a porcelain doll from a dusty box. Glass eyes and faded pink dress. This doll was not for sale. It was his daughter Charlotte's. Charlotte had passed away at age nine after her measles turned into pneumonia. Then her favorite doll, this one, sat on Paul's dresser for decades. He sighs. This doll has to go now. This doll has to go with all the other so-called junk. He is having a sale, isn't he! Paul has difficulty keeping the store open with the rising prices and customers opting for newer, more modern merchandise. He has decided. He will definitely close the store. Through the day, seeing the sale sign at the door, customers pour in. Some have wide eyes and eager expressions. Others simply wander in and out, and if Paul is lucky, some make a purchase. Is he lucky? Suddenly, he looks up, startled, at a young woman. She has picked up the chipped porcelain doll, her fingers tracing the faded pink dress. She holds the doll close to her cheeks. Paul notices her eyes, then. Her eyes reflect the doll's beauty. She says, "This doll, almost speaks to me and I don't know why." So Paul lets her have the doll for free. At the closing time, he looks inside the store. It is almost empty now. Most merchandise has been sold. Still, Paul thinks Marvin's Antiques Store has been a success and he has had the honor of tending to it. After all, he believes, for such a long time, one man's junk had indeed been another's treasure. |
| Prompt: Life Skills What does the term "life skills" mean to you? What life skills, hard or soft, have you developed that serve you the best? Hard skills are education, certifications, money-making, etc. Soft skills are problem-solving, time management, patience, gratitude, listening ability, etc. ----------- For me, the term "life skills" refers to our competencies to live through the complexities of existence, daily and on a long term. Although I asked for hard or soft skills in the prompt, I think all life skills are interrelated and they can also be categorized in other ways. As for what may be included in soft skills--which I think they are more helpful than hard skills--are communication, critical thinking, problem solving, resilience, adaptability, self-care, and emotional intelligence. These soft skills make it possible for the hard skills to succeed. I think I learned about resilience first, adaptability second from the family, in the beginning of my life. Some psychologists claim almost all soft skills have their roots in one's original family. The thing is, with those soft skills, we have to adjust them to us and to the circumstances, throughout life. Critical thinking, some emotional intelligence, and communication skills, I believe, came later for me while I was going through my education. Bouncing back from adversity or setbacks and adapting to change I had to learn the hard way throughout my life. Also, my time management and organization skills developed over time and according to situations, but these two did help greatly with my hard skills such as occupation, digital literacy, and/or paid work. Digital literacy is the least developed of them all for me, but I wanted to include it, here, because it seems to become very important in the very near future. As to conflict resolution, negotiation, and financial literacy, the way I look at them, these fall in between soft and hard skills. I guess I can count creativity, empathy, and compassion among soft skills, but some of us are already born with an inclination for those. Time, however, teaches us how to be better at them. Working on our life skills is an important part of living. Through perfecting those, we can enhance our lives, achieve goals, and go through the difficulties along the way, successfully and with confidence. . |
| Prompt: April Fool's Day What do you and people in your family think of April Fool's Day? Do you like or loathe it or are you indifferent to it? ------- I am not much of a joker and neither are the rest of my family, except for my mother (RIP) and my older son. These two wonderful people could never understand why the rest of us didn't grasp their idea of fun. I think, sometimes, they felt stunned and even were hurt by some of the family members' frustration with their antics. On the other hand, playfulness and a sense of humor should be applauded, for it breaks the monotony of everyday life, especially if the pranks and jokes are harmless. Like today, I loved the The StoryMaster  's smiley following me around. It did put a real smile on my face. I think that was very creative and innovative especially for an Ai or tech-ignoramus person like me. However, April Fool's day may also have its fair share of the negative. The emphasis on practical jokes can sometimes cross the line into being mean-spirited as they may turn into lies and misleadings. In that way, they can cause distress especially when those pranks are played upon people with emotional or psychological weaknesses. Then, they can do more harm than good for they can add to emotional disturbances and erode trust and create tension in relationships. I have nothing against April Fools' Day. Although I don't usually pull pranks on others, I enjoy it to a degree for I love jokes that are fun. In fact, who wouldn't like this month! After all, the First of April is the real beginning of Spring in most parts of the country.  . |
| Prompt: "The greatest lesson in life is to know that even fools are right sometimes." Let this quote inspire your writing today. ------------- Sometimes, this world rewards the arrogant and punishes the humble and the vulnerable. Then the fool shows up and offers an alternate correction to this, reminding us that the greatest lessons in life are often learned not from those who always get it right, but from those who are willing to embrace their foolishness. The lesson is, one can grow from foolishness, but arrogance limits itself. Even if occasionally but not often, when the fool is right, his wisdom gives himself and us a great gift. That gift is the opportunity to learn, to change, and to become wiser. The fool's being only sometimes right, then, is about having the humility to admit when he's wrong and his openness to consider new paths. When all is said and done, I guess the quote is trying to make a point that humility sometimes or, in the long run, possibly always overcomes ego and pride. . |
| Prompt: Please use these words in your entry: weave, cake, inside, outside, ample, reception, and pepper. Have fun. ------------- Patterns (short story) Wanda, a *weaver and a tailor, peeked *inside the quaint bakery, where aromas of freshly baked bread and sweet confections intertwined, creating a vision that enveloped the senses. A wedding *cake, meticulously crafted with layers of sponge cake and cream, stood as the centerpiece, its ivory frosting gleaming in the soft light. *Outside, where the afternoon sun cast a warm glow upon the outdoor reception, guests mingled amid *ample decorations. Wanda mingled among them while congratulating herself for the bride's gown, at its delicate lace pattern *peppered with tiny gems. Her hard work had produced a beauty for the beauty wearing it. Throughout that afternoon, which stretched into the evening, the wedding and the guests wove a story of love and joy, each moment etching itself into everyone's memories. And in that celebration, amidst the sweetness of cake and the warmth of companionship, Wanda thought that life, too, had its own pattern, much like her own intricate creations woven into many meaningful moments, carefully intertwined. . |
| Prompt: What was March like for you? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------- To tell the truth, I seriously dislike March. On the plus side, my birthday, the birthdays of most of my dear friends, and that of my father (RIP) all are in March. This is the good part, which keeps me nicely busy. The not so nice part is that most people I really cared about, like my grandmother and my husband and a few others, did pass away in March. Also, the ickiest time of the year is also March because of the tax time. Every March, I go nuts with the year-end tax papers, not to mention certain companies that send me tax papers and after I take them to the accountant, they send me "corrected" forms of those papers. This has been happening during the last three years or so. Should I blame Ai or the companies, I can't tell. Then, the March weather, in where I live, just like my life, is up and down. We have nice days, but in the middle of them, some kind of a storm hits. Take today, for example. I had the AC on because the temp was in the eighties. A few minutes ago, we had a sudden storm which hit me and soaked me while walking back from the mailbox to the house, which is only about sixty-five feet away. Yet, a few minutes later, the sun came up again. This will probably go this way, like a yo-yo, the rest of the day, as I'm just hearing the wind pick up again. No wonder some stores have sales called March Madness. Yes, I agree. March is madness. . |
| Prompt: What signs of spring do you see in your area? ---- This is a difficult question only because it has to do with my area. In my area, spring, summer, hot summer, and short fall days come mixed throughout the year. Yet, we usually have a vibrant display of nature throughout the year, if you overlook the lousy aftermaths of storms and hurricanes. Yet, I lived up north for many decades, and there, one of the most noticeable signs of spring was the blooming of flowers. Gardens and parks came alive as trees and plants burst into colors. Tulips, daffodils, and hyacinths painted the landscape with their bright hues, while cherry blossoms (Hello, Washington DC!) and magnolia trees created a breathtaking display of pink and purple. Also, birds used to play a significant role in signaling the arrival of spring. Chirping and singing birds filled the mornings and evenings, creating a special music, soothing and uplifting. Here, I get birdsongs throughout the year. Just not like up north. Rarely we see a red-breasted Robin or a bluebird, for example. For other larger and smaller life their spring, or should I say breeding season, comes around in June here and for especially the snakes. Usually snakes avoid people, but in June, one needs to avoid them and be very, very careful. Friends up north love spring for they shake off the lethargy of the winter and begin to enjoy those more pleasant days. Here, however, what we like to shake off is the intense heat of the hot summer every fall season. To tell the truth, we're all mixed-up here, down south, in any area or way you can think of. Seasonal change or rather confusion can be seen as only one of them. . |
| Prompt: Rainy Days What does the phrase "rainy days" mean to you? And what’s your favorite way to spend a rainy day? ----------- What "rainy days" may mean to me depends on how I feel at the moment, while it rains. Of course, the phrase may also mean an unfavorable time, but in general, I like rain and, to me, there's nothing unfavorable about it. Unless, that rainy, low-cloud, darker day extends to several days consecutively, which used to happen when we lived up north. Then, it meant a bit of gloom and melancholy. Usually, here in the south, a rainy day invites a sense of retreat, ease, and introspection. I sit outside, sometimes, in the covered part of the porch, and watch the rain make circles on the pool's surface and listen to its soothing rhythm, while I read a book there or use my pad to fool around on the internet. A friend I know likes to experiment with new recipes and baking on a rainy day. That could be one way as the scent of freshly baked food adds to the idea of a cozy home. For me reading and writing is the most meaningful way to spend such a day. When I was younger though, I used to like to walk in the rain under my umbrella wearing my rain boots. Not anymore, as I can't afford slipping and falling. I like rain mostly because the lack of it would mean death to everything on this planet. That threat would scare me a lot. Besides, I would so miss the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the landscape and whatever there is here on earth under the clouds. . |
| Prompt: Five Senses and Spring Describe something(s) you experience with each of your senses every spring, and/or write about what an ideal spring day could be like. --------- Is spring a rebirth and renewal? I should say, yes. This is because spring has bright hues, fragrant blooms, and gentle breezes, although at times, there's a rainstorm or two with a few lightning strikes. This is why a spring day can become a sensory adventure. As sight is one of the senses, a spring landscape bursts with life and color, from the delicate blossoms of trees to the multicolored wildflowers and roses and other spring blooms. The green on the lawns and all around is lighter and younger than in other seasons. Where our hearing's concerned, birdsongs and the rustling leaves in the breeze, added to the sound of the brooks and streams make up the spring orchestra. The chorus for this orchestra are the crickets chirping, bees buzzing, and raindrops pattering on the scene, in addition to the arias sung by the birds and other wildlife. As to my sense of smell, what first comes to my mind is the subtle scent of the rain and the floral scents and aromas of the flowers like lilacs, lilies, and the smell of freshly cut glass. The sense of touch makes me recall running my fingers through soft velvety petals, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the gentle strokes of the breeze, and the tickle of grass on my bare feet. The best sense, yet, is the sense of taste, with spring bringing an abundance of fresh flavors such as juicy strawberries and fruits and baby greens and crunchy vegetables in salads adorned with fresh herbs. As I sip a cool glass of lemonade or some herbal tea watching the beauty of spring, I feel revived by its zesty flavors, too. I think the season of Spring invites me to nature's greatest transformation in the year with the hope that I embrace the promise of new life and beginnings. What can be more tempting than that! |
| Prompt: Write about some activities you're excited trying with the season change? Flower beds, veggies, sitting outside with a book? Just some fodder to consider. ----- Excited? At my age or rather during my very own seasonal change, too much excitement is kept out of my prescriptions. I can now just sit outside on the porch with a book, and since part of the porch is covered I can even sit there and watch the rain. Of course, I could also be excited about spring cleaning. I could open up all the windows, let in some fresh air, and get rid of the winter clutter that's been accumulating. Nope, this one is postponed now, with one of my sons in the middle of his moving and his things being scattered all over the place. As to gardening, that too is a thing of the past, and don't even mention travel. A drive to the local Publix or to doctors' appointments is travel enough for me. As to the sports, let alone doing them, I don't even watch them anymore. A short walk may be in the works, but not a brisk one. Brisk ones are too fast for me. What I do or can't do, the most important think is to enjoy March and April, for the world is a beautiful place and each moment is the best time to explore it...only just my way. . |
| Prompt: Life “Life," he realized, "was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.― Nicholas Sparks Let this quote inspire your writing today. --------- Life is something I was thrust into, the way I see it. Not that I'm complaining. I mean who would, if the order for my life came from THAT Higher-Up! Yet, to me, life is not a la-di-la song either. The quote, however, likens it to a song and if I were to think along the lines of this quote, I would say life is a symphony of moments. "A symphony of moments!" How's that for a phrase! And what about life's ebbs and flows and highs and lows? I guess they are all parts of Sparks' symphony. On the other hand, Nicholas Sparks has an emotional, idealized, and possibly sloppy impression of just about everything, especially while treating the idea of a tacky romance with his tear-jerking, glitzy pen. Still, this quote by him is much more elevated than most of his love stories. Getting back to life, the heart of its song lies in its middle, where the emotions crescendo and the story unfolds with depth and intensity. After that, just as a song ends with a final chord, life reaches its conclusion, in which we seek closure, understanding, and resolution. I guess, a la Sparks, I should conclude this entry by saying that let's dance to the rhythm of our own life stories, embracing both their harmonies and dissonances, but not overemphasize secondary thrashy feelings, so our sight doesn't lose the importance of real life. . |
| Prompt: We will never forget the deaths of JFK and Princess Diana. Is it because we can't close the chapters of these events? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------------------- Each for his/her own on this subject. At my age, I can close any chapter on anything. Still, these two deaths are among the most shocking and devastating happenings in modern history. JFK's assassination in Dallas, Texas, was a defining moment that changed the course of American history. JFK's dream of a better America was brutally cut short when he was gunned down by an assassin's bullet while riding in a convertible limousine. The mourning that swept the country after his assassination was due to the deep affection and respect that Americans had for their slain president. Yet, JFK's legacy of idealism and optimism did endure, inspiring generations of Americans. Princess Diana's death in a car crash in Paris was another shocking event that shook the world. Her dedication to charitable causes and her willingness to help those in need made her a symbol of hope for humanity. After her death, her legacy of compassion and philanthropy inspired a global wave of goodwill. I believe the world's not-forgetting of these deaths is mostly due to the sudden disruption of young promising lives and the world's incapacity to prevent those tragedies. Possibly their deaths remind people of the challenges and uncertainties of the human condition. What these two left behind as their legacies are the power of leadership, compassion, and the strength of the human heart. . |
| Prompt: "Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands." Japanese Proverbs. Write about this quote in your Blog entry today. --------- I guess the key words here are "in both hands," and flowers means existence. To me, the phrase suggests a sense of abundance and completeness. It may also imply that happiness is not all about possessing or experiencing something but rather feeling a sense of fulfillment. Then, the act of holding flowers may have to do with mindfulness and presence. The quote is a reminder to seek joy in the present moment, to appreciate the beauty that surrounds us, and to cultivate a sense of gratitude for the abundance of life's blessings, no matter how small they may seem. Bu holding flowers in both hands, one can see that happiness is not a fleeting thing dependent on outside circumstances, but rather a state of joy that comes from within, caused by a deep appreciation for the beauty and wonder of flowers, and/or existence. |
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But good job quickly redirecting back to the positive things.