Choices

I have to breathe.
That’s on me.
My back’s against the wall.
I’ll take the fall,
For leaving you,
All alone.
Choices.
I can leave.
My reprieve.
That last pour,
And out the door.
That last kiss,
That I’ll miss.
Choices.
That last glance,
Left to chance.
Step into the rain.
Walk out on the pain.
For loving you,
On my own,
All alone.
Choices.
I can’t replace,
What love can’t embrace,
A journey still undone.
I can lift you up,
Or I can run,
Leave love undone.
Choices.
I have to breathe.
That’s on me.
My back’s against the wall.
I’ll take the fall.
For leaving you,
All alone.
Choices.

Unspoken Words. “Sometimes I forget that people can see me walk away mid-conversation.”

The email that you want back…bad!

“Sometimes I forget that people can see me walk away mid-conversation.” Yes, that happens. I’m not proud of it, but I just ordered the t-shirt. Consider it a warning.

Have you been rendered deaf and dumb by the unspoken word? Do you struggle with the spoken word?  Is anyone really listening? Unspoken words have become all consuming.  Just ask Alexa.

It obviously started with the word-processors and PCs. E-mails have dominated as the most effective form of communication for years.  Then there are the email you wish you had back!  E-mails are now often ignored, as are voice and voice mail. Now text messages illicit a response, when a phone call will not.

Are you tired of “friending” folks you may have shared a past, without a future? Have you acquired reciprocal friends? Friends who aren’t really friends, but are looking to up their score? Are you tired of posting and checking Facebook and trading likes. Do you actually become angry, depressed and lose sleep, if your posts go unnoticed, or if someone’s emoji solicits the wrong response. Guilty on all counts!

Then there’s Twitter, tweets and retweets, too. Occasionally you can get someone famous to follow you, heart or retweet you if you suck up to them. It can be infectious. Eventually you grow tired of chasing nameless followers and responding in kind and they all share your views? I actually miss the followers who you can disagree with, then they block you! Not really.

Every social media site, online news, on every  device, all forms of social media, especially if you are are promoting your business, can be obviously compelling. Think. How many social media gurus are out there peddling their “schtick”?

I started a Facebook account to promote MS awareness and to raise funds for MS. Not one Facebook friend donated solely because of Facebook. They donated because they were “real” friends and responded to my emails. Twitter too, has been ineffectual. LinkedIn is the one social media platform I find effective to garner information, stay in touch with colleagues, who I consider friends, learn from them and each other.

The problem still remains. We live in a world where the spoken word matters less. I challenge you. When was the last time you told a good joke, face to face and enjoyed a real laugh from real people?

I just asked Alexa to tell me a joke. Alexa responded, “What did the golfer call his girlfriend? Alexa, “The Sweet T.”  So how did Alexa know I call my wife, “Sweet T”?

Eyes wide open… Reflections

Cody Bear

Cody Bear

Cody Bear is gone, but the questions remain…
In the darkest hours of the night, when sleep should prevail, without prejudice, without mercy, questions pour into my head.  I lie awake and I wonder…
Have I lived well enough to make many friends and fewer enemies?
Do I have the courage to cherish my friends and to vanquish my enemies?
Have I spread enough smiles?
Have I shared enough hugs?
Have I planted enough kisses?
Have I caused enough laughter to earn reciprocity?
Have I studied enough history?
Have I been engaged enough in current affairs?
Have I earned a degree in knowledge?
Is knowledge a benefit?
Is knowledge the revelation of truths, or is knowledge the realizations of falsehoods?
Have I learned from every victory and every folly?
If so, am I a benefactor; more important, am I a teacher?
Today, in this world that reports the past in real-time; in time to worry for our future?
I only see and images of life, albeit in real-time, can I relate?
Have I focused long enough on the anguished faces, I cannot truly see?
Have I listened hard enough to the desperate voices, I truly cannot hear?
Have I seen enough of their pain, I truly cannot feel?
Have I felt their hunger, I cannot feed?
Have I shared in their grief, I cannot quell?
Have I touched enough people? Has cuddling become a lost art?
If you learn my darkest secret, will you forgive me?
Will I forgive myself?
Did I stop smoking soon enough to live forever?
How much double churned ice cream is too much?
Will I die and when?
Will it be too soon!  Of course!
Would I fight for my life to the very end?
Out of fear?
Out of courage?
For you?
Will I let go?
Can I fall away?
Will you miss me if I’m gone?
Will you miss me when you are alone?
Will you miss me when you are among friends.
Will you still be laughing and smiling?
And for how long?  Don’t tell me.
My dog is asleep at my feet.
He has all the answers.
He won’t say, but I finally get it.
It’s not about me.
So now, I can close my eyes…

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