I have been trying to get back on my diet that I used to lose 40 lbs. And yet, I am finding that I can't stay on it. I keep having incredible cravings. The worst part is when I completely give in and give up. It got me thinking and questioning whether I am getting the help that I need. Is the universe against me in trying to achieve my goal.
That night I was thinking over these thoughts I happen to meet with a friend, who I found out is also on a similar diet. We both gave encouragement to each other to be our best and do our best. It was after this meeting that I realized something profound. If you ever felt that the universe is conspiring against you, think again. Ask yourself this question, who wants you to fail at your goals? Is there really a group of people that are so cruel that they do not wish you to succeed at your goals? There is only one person that is shouting, "Failure!" And that is the little wretch inside. In fact, everyone beside this wretch if they knew about your goals would probably cheering you on to succeed. And yet, despite the overwhelming ratio of a trillion to one, I keep giving that one more credence than the trillion. It goes back to the lesson that I taught at my father's funeral. There at legions cheering us on. It is high time we start listening to them.
I wanted to write a poem about this
My dad was a great inspiration in my life. After his passing, I was privileged to hold and read through many of his journals. One of the most precious pieces are his collection of personal poems. Poetry has always been an important part of my life. I set the goal to write a poem every week for a year. Here is my blog.
Monday, July 29, 2019
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FLITTERING
Flittering To flit among the flowers and the trees Elusive, humming like a hive of bees. Resplendent plumes of oscillating wings E’er here ...
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MY PLACE WITHIN HIS HEART In song of praise I remember my God, for He, my Father in Heaven has not forgotten me and blesses me with good tid...
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SONGBIRD Sorrow, guilt and nested unresolved regret Oh to my heart the songbird doth beget. Not from her sweetened tones of deftly song Gl...
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PARABLE OF THE ROSEBUSH Roses framed the house with pride upon a jumbled bush revered Opulent and full with red each rose to my green...
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