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Shattered
You see I look back and I don’t even wonder, if it was the right thing to happen, the universe be steady making magic. Running out to find the dolphins, Kiawe in my heel, no problem. Pnematocysts stabbing into my side, this certainly wasn’t a time to cry or ask why. Cetaceans on the horizon in my mind. Often times you can’t hear it inside your human mind, but the universe is crying out, “Slow down, and look around, something about to go down”. Figure creeping in the shadows of the trees, certainly a bright green car wouldn’t make a fool out of me. Too many people here, wouldn’t somebody hear? Took note of the shadow and his car, by the time I’d return, they’d have teleported far as the nearest star. Plus, I’d locked my gear and black book of soul secrets away safely in the trunk of my car. Or so I’d have thunk, except I was drunk, on ocean passion making magic. Dive gear in hand, swimming out to a foreign liquid land. Warning signs crying out from the trees and the bees of the sea. Can’t hear them over the infinite aquatic bliss in my midst. I’m here to wash the modernization from my skin and bones, diving deep into the ocean zone. The salty liquid crests over me, I can hardly remember the shadowy figure that made my sub conscious quiver. Like a rising river, it’s hard to make sense of the tension of intention. Undulating through the bright blue reflections in natures sea of action. The pleasant squeaks of my cetaceanic peeps creep deep into the drums of my ears. Oceanic lullaby could drift a thousand infants to sleep. The pod undulates together like the petals of Earth’s first flower, unquantifiable power of expression flowing through my solar plexus. The hydrodynamic force flows over me like a subsea waterfall running down my back. My smile goes wild, I sigh and thank the universe for such magical brothers and sisters as we play for hours. My ears perk themselves up, one of my new friends has found something in the muck. The entire pod flocks over, I whip my head over my shoulder. Never have I seen dolphins take an interest in the sand, like there was something, buried deep within. I surface for air and quickly descend down into the turbid sandy flare. They have certainly found something, I can hear them chirping back and forth, mumbling. A coucil of sorts, deciding if I am worthy of the plunder they unearthed. Out of the dust, a small spinner comes up. Holding in his teeth, a small black brief. What could be in the case? Impatient and excited, I click open the latches, the particulates flutter down, I can see clearly now. Looked like a clean green twenty stacks of hundreds. Benjamin staring back at me, can it really be? There is a note inside, “Don’t ask why, just change your life, in any way that you’d like.” I’m in disbelief, why me, why now, and how? I thank my gentle toothed friends with a bow and a quick bit of the leaf game. Heading back to shore, case in hand, ready to break the surface tension and return to land. Ecstasy rushing over me, I can still hardly believe. Why me? I thanked God, the universe, the dolphins, and myself, grinning like a little elf. Feet on the sand, head in the trees, feeling a bit weak in the knees. I take my time returning to my whip as the water drips.
By Louis6 years ago in Motivation
Beauty Queen
What if we had the ability to have one wish granted to us, without any repercussions? I'm sure this thought has come across our minds myriad times during our daydream sessions as an attempt to run away from our mundane troubles.But what would be your one wish to whisk you away from your troublesome worries? I've always thought I can singlehandedly solve all the problems of the world, if I had a billion trillion dollars. I've broke down seessions of how and where the money would be funded. I would within a week make sure that there is not a single homeless person without a home, all the kids in foster kids are provided with a safe and nurturing permanent home. Of course I would obliterate the debt, no more worrying about having to pay for hospital bills. I would also love to make sure no one ever has to go hungry. So I think I've got everything covered. However, I actually forgot one of a very crucial necessity to happiness, therapy! Actually having someone to confide in and offer professional advice, and counsel you in order to pursue you in the right direction. So despite doing all this and saving the world, I still feel empty. What is the matter with me? Its a daydream so I should be able to bring myself full pleasure as I am the artist and my mind is my canvas, without any feelings of atelophobia. But then it had dawned on me that no matter how many good deeds I've accomplished, how great my sessions are with my therapist, I could never truly be content with myself because I am disappointed with my outer shell. True, beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder, and simply put I am not seeing a beauty when I have at myself in the mirror. My reflection shows an insecure girl her short black curly hair, her spaced out teeth, the scars across her face from teen acne, she was not an imagine of A beauty queen, but like hell it was her deepest desire, and her ultimate wish to be a true beauty Godess. She took out her little black book and furiously jotted for what SHE needed to do to be satisfied with herself.Goddess glow facial regime skin care to clear face of imperfections, braces to correct her smile, bringing out a California beach smile, and lastly new hairstyle. The importance of doing this is so I can actally feel good about the body and skin that I am in, I'll just have to start exceeding to tone up my body, and release these endorphins. But this new makeover starts now, "Because happiness starts at home.Things are beautiful if you love them."- Jean Anouilhl. While she began the process to her new and improved metamorphosis. Once she made her appointment at the hair salon, she smiled. Fulfilled. Next let's see what we have to grab from the beauty supply store. She grabbed 5 24 inch. Blonde bundles, some make up, and an acrylic nail set. Let me look like a barbie! I love Barbie because she can do anything she sets her mind to amd ahe always looks good doing it! On her way to the appointment, she was nervous, excited, and proud! She was finally on her way to doing something that would ultimately make her happy. She met with her hair stylist at the Addix hair salon, a friendship instantly formed for the girls, having talked about the dreams they had for life, their kids and their battle with confidence. When May was done with her hair, she felt like a goddess. Thank you a million times!! I love it!! Her confidence boosted up to 100%. She saw she was a Queen! A Goddess! Thank you a million times May!! Her wish has come true!
By Christina T6 years ago in Motivation
Her name was Rio
July 16, 2017. I got a journal for my birthday. I have never really done this but it seems cool. I guess I will wanna look back years from now, when I am old and grey, and reread the trevails of my youth. This weekend was awesome too. Sunday River Club had the most fun show yet, I feel like we are really coming together as a band. Here’s to the night we felt alive, and to the tears we never knew we would cry. Also, Haleigh got into town today. School is about to start. I never thought I would get my masters, but here we are, doing something I love with someone I love. Ha! Ask me fifteen years ago I never woulda guessed. I will never forget seeing her today, she had short jean-shorts and sandals and a teal t-shirt. Her hair was cut short and her smile was wide. By the Light I swear, she is radiant.
By Eric Short6 years ago in Motivation
Italian Intuition
It was an unusually warm evening for March when Lauren had a nudge to walk to her favourite used bookstore. She was no stranger to following her intuition and had a feeling there was something special waiting for her there. Little did she know that it would lead her on the journey of her lifetime!
By Layla Roberts6 years ago in Motivation
Us Against the World
September 1st, 2021 My therapist said I should start journaling my thoughts. I don’t really think this will help, but I’m not the professional here so what do I know? I guess you and I are in this together then, little guy. Hope you know how to keep a secret.
By Amber Le6 years ago in Motivation
Lightbulb Moments
My mom found “Mr Right” when I was ten years old. She was enchanted. I was not. He thought I should laugh at his jokes as generously as my mother did. I thought he acted like a ten-year-old boy in a thirty -year-old man costume. I was not that amused. Their first summer together the decided to take and extended honeymoon and I got shipped off to my “new” Grandpa’s farm to meet and bond with the extended family I never had …or wanted. Oh joy!
By Kaydie Paschall6 years ago in Motivation
LITTLE BLACK BOOK
- How did you get to be where you are? You smiled widely as the intense look filled with anticipation was awaiting your response. You knew this was the day as special as the day you had lived a while back, asking once the same question. The day stood so fresh in your memory it was like no time passed at all.
By Oksana Z.6 years ago in Motivation
How a little black book changed my life forever
A person's life can change drastically in a matter of seconds. That is exactly what happened to me. Right after college I moved into a bachelor apartment building above a store in the middle of downtown. Rent was cheap, there weren't many amenities other than an awesome clawfoot bathtub and a gas stove that I would not trade for the world. It was a three story walk up right above a tattoo parlour. Tight knit community of mostly college students and working single men. Right across from me lived a short older fellow named Thomas. Every morning I would l see him leave his unit and slowly make his way down the stairs, he would walk down the street to the public library. Sometimes when I was doing some work at the library studing for a test or using the computers there I would see him sitting in a corner reading the newspaper. I always found him interesiting and owuld always smile and say hello. After a few years of living in the same uniot I noticed his health had started to deteriorate. He seemed like a very private person and not once did I see a relative or anyone as a matter of fact ever visit him. He would leave notes for the mail person in a scribbled hand writting informing them if a tenant had moved and was no longer living at that address. I could hear him having coughing fits in evening and in the morrning though our buildings thin walls and I always worried about his well being. I guess living away from my own family he reminded me of my grandfather, with whom I had an excellent relationship and loved very dearly. So one day I mustered up the confidence to knock on his door,. after all I had made a big batch of soup and I only had myself to feed, so I knocked on his door and offered him a bowl. This became a routine between us, and each evening when I prepared a meal, I would simply knock on his door and leave a plastic contained full of whatever I had made myself to eat. After all my mom raised me with the belief that one should if possible always share a meal. I had just started a job and money was tight, but I felt the necessity to share this with my new friend whoo oalways thanked me and would knock on the door the next morning on his way to the library leaving me a note saying thank you with the empty container. One day my life changed forever. I came home to see the corner pullign out a stretcher with my pal in it. The following moring my life changed forever, for the landlord knocked on my door and told me that while clewaning his unit, my neighbour had left me a little black book with my name owritten on it. It had his memoirs and a note that said, thank you for feeding me for all these years and sharing what little you had, as a token of appreciation I would like to leave you this book, we did not have much time to talk, but in this book you will learn about me, and as a token of appreciaiton I would like to leave you this, in the back of the notebook was a chequere written to my name in the sum of $20,000. and the not on it read' a small kind gesture can make a man's life, thank you for aknowlegeding me".
By Andres Gnecco6 years ago in Motivation
A Mysterious Black Book
This tale of mystery begins with a mansion behind an iron gate, on a hill. It is a luxurious home, not dissimilar from the home of the Orson Wells character Citizen Kane. This being said, its appearances, both external and internal, were more similar to those of the Gatsby mansion from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. The resident of this mysterious dwelling was a man whose past life, and its corresponding circumstances, was an enigma to many. Although his real name was unknown to the majority of the citizenry in his area, he had the alias of Mr. Midas, owing to the fact that, like the king in ancient Greek mythology, he had a penchant for gold, and generally, for the finer things in life. This was a moniker given to him by the locals of his relatively small, though abundantly wealthy city. It was a fitting nickname, given that his palatial place of living dwarfed the nearby houses in the adjacent neighborhood. Reclusive though he was, Mr. Midas was not above occasional contact with the world outside his home. He would of course go shopping for his daily needs, primarily the basic necessities that humans and other animals need to live, namely water and food. He usually dressed in run of the mill clothing when he was outside.
By Andrew Gracianette6 years ago in Motivation
