Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Rough and tough

I have diabetes. But most people have something they are dealing with. Our difficulties are not important, but rather how we overcome them.

When things get rough, it is easy to give up. Just crawl into your blanket fort and never come out. We must stand up to our trials, and face them down.

The going gets tough, and it will be hard to get going. To prove our worth, we must rise above. Let every step be ever forward.

No one has it easy. Our problems may not be the same, but everyone has some. Only ignorance believes otherwise.

It is better to give out than to give up. If your energy fails, you bear no shame. We are only held responsible for what we can do.

I have a deadly condition, but I am not dead yet. My every day is a testament to this. Life can knock me down, but there I will not remain.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Rest easy

Sleep is not always restful. Tossing and turning gives little respite from the day. And fatigue slowly begins to set in...

With too little sleep, humans become irritable and forgetful. We need that nightly break to recharge. Insomnia is a slow voyage to an abysmal fate.

Too much sleep, and we are always tired. It is as if the body has become accustomed to doing nothing. As a result, it sinks into lethargy.

When we are unable to sleep, it is often because the mind is distracted. There is so much going on that it cannot surrender to the night. But you can only burn the candle at both ends for so long before it goes out.

Sleeping too much is usually a sign of apathy. There is nothing we wish to do, so our energy is lacking. Only the needs of the body can prompt one to action.

Rest comes easiest when the mind is at peace. Set aside your cares until the morrow. For in order to face its trials, we must renew our strength.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Voice of the soul

I am a writer, but also a musician. Stories focus on thoughts and ideas, whereas music is all about feelings. To perfectly capture a mood is the ultimate goal of a songwriter.

Songs are poetry set to music. Each verse is carefully constructed, so as to convey meaning while employing only the necessary words. Infuse this with feeling, and you have a work of art.

A song can tell a story, if all the right elements are in place. Stories can capture feelings, just as music does. The difference is in their focus.

Music has a beauty all its own. No words are needed to touch the soul and lift the spirit. Yet, when the voice is employed, the results are sublime.

What comes from the mouth is born in the heart.  When a person sings, they are giving voice to their soul. And that is why it moves us like nothing else.

Writers, singers and musicians draw from within, filling the world with their visions. Something is revealed in every word, note and chord. It is a symphony of prose, an adventure in verse: the melody and harmony that enriches us all.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Wear and tear

Life is full of wear and tear. It needs no assistance in pushing us to an early grave. So, it is vital that we do everything we can to safeguard our health.

Pain acts as a warning signal. It means there is a problem that must be addressed. If we wait, the damage may be irreparable.

Sometimes our health is taken, and there is nothing we can do. It is a terrible thing to lose the ability to move about freely and enjoy one's life. Just getting out of bed can be the hardest thing in the world.

If we cannot take care of ourselves, we cannot help anyone else. Human beings are made of spirit and flesh. The former cannot thrive while the latter deteriorates.

Diet and exercise are important. If there are problems, go see a doctor. Modern medicine is amazing, but it cannot treat what it does not know.

This is the skin we live in. It will not last forever, but it can go quite awhile. What we do now, determines just how long it goes.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Something from nothing

Sometimes there is nothing to write about. And that is an interesting subject. Creativity is all about making something out of nothing.

Stories do not exist until someone writes them. The ideas come seemingly from the ether. And the juices start to flow.

Paintings begin with an empty canvas. Add color, and a work of art is born. This delight for the eyes did not exist before it was imagined.

Sculptures start as lumps of clay. Songs begin as a series of notes. No matter the medium, something is created to fill a void.

The materials themselves are inconsequential. Ink and paint are merely colored liquids. Notes are but sounds and clay is just another form of dirt.

An artist sees what no one else does. They pull substance from emptiness. There is a word to describe such an awesome ability: magic.