A face without a mouth?

Have you ever been aware of time? Perhaps you’ve been told that time is running out to do something. Biological clock. Hurry up and get married, you’re getting old. Find something to do with your life before it’s over. Mid-life crisis and you feel as if you haven’t lived. Fall in love already. Get this done, get that done. Be up by this time. Deadlines.

Sometimes we look at clocks and watches; they don’t have mouths, but they’re constantly speaking to us. Sometimes we listen and begin to move faster, quicker, rushing to get things done, all in fear that if we don’t then we’ll lag behind or miss out.

Or maybe, just maybe, you’re not one that bows to time. You set your own pace, and by setting it, you get things done without a frustrating hassle that there isn’t or won’t be enough time.

[Wristwatch – Thanks to Mohylek for this Public Domain Photo]

Are you in control of time or is time in control of you?

Week do over?

Have you ever had a bad week? You know the kind where the cat’s missing and the dog’s the prime suspect; where you go to text someone and the cell phone battery decides that it’s black out time; where you go to take a shower and the water company wants everyone to practice conservation by cutting off the water; where you . . .

I’ve had bad weeks and, looking back in hindsight at them, I’ll say it made me an internally stronger person. And yes, put the I in improvise. 🙂

Hope everyone had a great weekend. 🙂

Comes with pricking?

Have you ever received a rose or roses from anyone?

I remember when I was sixteen my next door neighbor, who was eleven, gave me an artificial rose smothered with perfume. It was Valentine’s Day and I guess that was a way of professing his crush. *blushing blushing* No, I’m not. I declined to take it at first but then took it and kept it. I don’t know why, it had no sentimental value to me. I guess it was the courage to do something like that.

Roses have thorns and sometimes people get prick. Life has “thorns” and sometimes people get “prick”. When it happens, what do you do?

I’ll leave this quote here instead of putting it in the Quote Me section. “Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.” Alphonse Karr

[Rosa Baccara – Thanks to Florian Moeckel for this Public Domain Photo]

Meanings of some color of roses.

Red rose symbolizes love.

White rose symbolizes innocence and purity.

Pink rose symbolizes femininity.

Yellow rose symbolizes friendship and joy.

Orange rose symbolizes vibrancy and energy.

Peach rose symbolizes gratitude.

Death in Life?

Have you ever heard about a mayfly? The adults only live for a few minutes to a few days according to the species. Useless information? Hmm. 🙂

Short life for the Mayfly

But the point I really want to get at is that although they live for a short period of time, they do so to fulfill one purpose, and that’s to reproduce. No, not going to give a science lesson so you can wipe the sweat from off your brow or stop yawning.

When I read the reason they live it made me think about our own lives, what’s our purpose? What’s the reason or reasons we get out of bed in the morning, do the things we do, or continue on with a passion to getting something done?

This way lizard?

Have you ever offered someone help only to be denied?

I was going into the kitchen last week and there was a lizard at the backdoor. A black one. And no I didn’t run screaming in the other direction. We have a lot of them and they mostly run from me. Aren’t they descendants of dinosaurs? I’m digressing here. Bad habit. 🙂

I did what I had to do and came back. The lizard was still there at the backdoor, staring as if it wanted to go out. Was going to offer my help, but I knew that the moment I went in that direction it was going to runaway.

Some people are like that, they’re in trouble and when you offer or try to offer a helping hand they decline. What are you to do?

Collector?

Have you ever collected anything? Stamps? Comic Books? Sports Memorabilia?

Whenever I see a good quote, I write it down in a book that I have. For years I’ve been doing that. Coins, especially foreign coins, teddy bears, bottles, containers, paper clippings and whatever else that I consider sentimental I collect.

But then I was labeled a pack rat. And to tell you the truth, I was. Two years ago I finally got rid of stuff that I know that I shouldn’t be keeping, things that perhaps had lost the reason(s) I had kept them in the first place.

Like life huh? Habits and certain people in our lives that shouldn’t be a part of it.