Hi guys, it’s been a while since we talked. And you know that I don’t write if I don’t have something worthwhile to tell you or speak about. So here it goes...
The other day I was watching one of my favourite tv shows and they happened to read a poem that gave me a lot to think about. So we usually as a whole, as a society tend to think positively and learn from the bad... well that is what we always try to achieve, what we dream ourselves capable to be 100% of our time. Sometimes it is like that, but sometimes we are kind of grim and sad. Sometimes we are completely negative and we miss that which is good, even if it is small. So what we as a whole should be doing ( and this is my personal opinion, nothing else) is trying to see the whole picture and to think outside of the box. That is what this poem that I hear made me think about. That there are bad things but there also good things and that we have to observe everything, see the whole picture of our lives and above all focus in the good stuff. On how we can make our world and the world of the people around us better. So here is the poem:
So tell me what you think about this. You guys know how much I love to hear from you and your different opinions and ideas.
Well... guess I will see you around.
Bye now
Caro.
The other day I was watching one of my favourite tv shows and they happened to read a poem that gave me a lot to think about. So we usually as a whole, as a society tend to think positively and learn from the bad... well that is what we always try to achieve, what we dream ourselves capable to be 100% of our time. Sometimes it is like that, but sometimes we are kind of grim and sad. Sometimes we are completely negative and we miss that which is good, even if it is small. So what we as a whole should be doing ( and this is my personal opinion, nothing else) is trying to see the whole picture and to think outside of the box. That is what this poem that I hear made me think about. That there are bad things but there also good things and that we have to observe everything, see the whole picture of our lives and above all focus in the good stuff. On how we can make our world and the world of the people around us better. So here is the poem:
Good Bones
BY MAGGIE SMITH
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,
a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways
I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least
fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative
estimate, though I keep this from my children.
For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.
For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,
sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world
is at least half terrible, and for every kind
stranger, there is one who would break you,
though I keep this from my children. I am trying
to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
So tell me what you think about this. You guys know how much I love to hear from you and your different opinions and ideas.
Well... guess I will see you around.
Bye now
Caro.