Princess Town Spirit

Dear Joe le taxi... You picked me up even though I signaled St. James and you were not headed in that direction, I had to walk two extra blocks because of it, but everything happens for a reason.

While I was walking I saw a lady, who I had seen exactly one week ago, she had on a skirt (around which was draped a 50th anniversary drapery) and a blouse, jacket and black sneakers, she held a Trinidad flag over her shoulder so at first glance she came off as being patriotic, but when I saw her today the flag and clothing were damp and slightly dirty and her sneakers pressed down in the back.

Today she was ahead of me, and i saw her holding her stomach. I walk fast so soon I was along side her. We were both next to a new building now and she looked up and said "looks like new apartments" I nodded and said that our offices, she replied looks expensive but pretty still and smiled. She wished me every single holiday wish I could think of and told me to have a nice day. As I walked away she told me she was from princess town "I've come a really long way" she said "I'm learning all the streets in port of Spain, I like to walk by PNM and Tranquility school" I smiled and walked in the direction of school.

I wished that there was something that I could do, I was wary about giving her money because I didn't know how it would be spent, the guy i usually buy breakfast from was not there, so I just kept walking as I turned the corner to walk in to school I saw a pie lady I had never noticed before so I bought a bottle of water and a pie, turned back around and went to find her.

She was outside the PNM building when I caught up to her she turned around and saw me and smiled, she's really good at that, I told her for your journey and handed her the things, her face lit up even more than before. I have never met a more grateful person in my life, she walked me back to school and we talked the whole way.

she told me that her mother had passed away week (the same day I saw her), that she was an only child and her name, I told her mine and she bestowed gods full blessings on me, she told me there's hope for the world with young people like me around, and that she wants me to get distinctions in my major, said she won't forget my name and will hail me out every time she sees me. She said she hopes we meet again and that I made her morning.

The truth is she made my morning, her spirit and good nature. I feel blessed having been able to encounter, interact with and be able to help such a beautiful soul. It's easy to see people, see them in need and look the other way, thinking there is nothing you can do for them, it's easy to forget that these people are people too, that they have or had families.

I don't think I'll soon forget you Miss A from princess town :) ♥

Much Love • Much Light

Trayvon's Mellow Mood

I've recently taken to drinking a new line of Iced teas named "Marley's Mellow Mood" its a product that has been developed and brought out in collaboration with the Marley family. The cool thing with this drink is that while most drinks on the market these days offer energy boost this is actually an anti-energy drink, with the can boasting "All Natural Relaxation."

The first day I saw it, I must admit the picture of Marley's face smack dab in the middle of the can is what intrigued me more than anything, so most naturally I bought it. Armed with my new Iced tea I headed off to meet up with my mom and a couple of friends who were having a lunch date close by, one of which was a doctor. When I walked in they all saw my drink and were equally intrigued as I was. The doctor took the bottle and turned it around to the ingredients list and he started smiling, I asked him what he had read, and he went on to explain to me that the ingredients of the drink were basically the legal equivalent to things found in marijuana, and that the drink could in fact have the same effects of smoking weed. Anyone that knows anything about Bob Marley would know that the man sure loved his marijuana, which I guess could make this drink a "good" tribute to him. Does the fact that Marley used to smoke weed affect the way that anyone views him though, or the millions of people that still listen to his music? I think not.

This all leads me to what this blog is really about.

Florida teenager, who was shot dead by a neighbourhood watch leader, found to have traces of marijuana in blood and urine

Oh no, they done opened a can of worms now. Or did they really? Maybe its my mellow caribbean attitude, but so what! Big deal, Trayvon liked to smoke weed. Already people have taken to labeling him as a pot head and using it in a negative light against his character and have gone even as far as to now give George Zimmerman's actions justification. I've read comments on various articles about the newest evidence discovery, most of which share the very same view as myself.

The point will always remain that Trayvon Martin was a 17yr old armed with skittles and an Arizona Iced Tea. He left his father's girlfriend's house that night to go to the 7eleven for this little brother, and on his way back home was gunned down by a man who the police told to stand down, the same man who ignored the police and pursued him anyway, which resulted in the altercation that took Travyon's life. In my humble opinion the fact that Travyon was "high" would just further prove to me that he didn't go looking for any trouble, because if there is one thing that all marijuana smokers can tell you is that only two things result from smoking weed, A good mellow high or you get sick cause someone sold you a bad mix. Marley's Mellow Mood sums up in three words exactly the effects of marijuana, nothing more, nothing less.

Don't use the marijuana in Trayvon's system to persecute him or his family, use the gun in zimmermans hand to prosecute him!

Rise above the ignorance!

Much love • Much Light

Humor Me?

I'm trying to understand at which point did it become okay to use humor as a way to hide the fact that you just said something really amazingly absurdly inappropriate. Although i suppose if I really think about it, it has always been that way, it's something I have encountered my whole life and honestly have been guilty of as well. I'm not trying to scrutinize any one or pass any form of judgements, this is not in my place to do so, but why? I mean i'm not really talking about the little things, for instance people that joke about wanting to date my mom.

Friend: "You're Mom is HOT! Set me up nuh?"

Me: *Not Amused*

Friend: "Don't act like that, I was just joking"

Now I don't doubt that most people are joking, but I know that there are a few who aren't and dismiss this innapropriate comment as a joke. This is something i've learnt to let go of and just laugh along with, because at the end of the day, in the grand scheme of things, It's really not that deep.

See the type of innapropriate "jokes" i'm talking about run on a much higher level. These are things, that when you read them they infuriate you, and leave you wondering how anyone could ever say such a thing. Specifically the inspriation for this note was the image inserted below.

They said what now?

I originally saw this picture for the first time on a friend's wall. She expressed much shock and disbelief about it, as I did when I first saw it. I believe my actual comment was "This can't be real. right?" Now at the time that I said it, I was upset but I wasn't particularly pissed off, see that happened a little later when someone commented and even gave a link to a site providing evidence that this was indeed a hoax.

I would have thought that finding out it was a joke would make me feel a little bit better about it. I was wrong, instead I had the completely opposite reaction, I was more angered than I could have ever imagined I would be. I suppose what really got to me was the response to the picture of people online. Observing how quickly the masses went from in an uproar and angered to tamed and laughing.

We're trained to see the word joke and laugh or not take things seriously, and this is all well and good, I agree we all need a good laugh here and there, but at what point have we crossed the line in our attempts to make make people laugh? To me this "hoax" instead of making the sounds of laughter burst out of my mouth, left nothing but a bad vile taste. It simply at no point was or is funny. When we encourage things like this to go on, when we allow people to say and do things that are innapproriate and let them get away with it from the time they say "joking" we are also training ourselves to accept things that should NEVER be accepted.

 Rise above the Ignorance!

Much Love • Much Light

If I am an immoveable object

"What happens if an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object?"

We all know the question, and most of us actually know the answer, or rather the lack there of one. Tonight after coming off the phone, the words suddenly just came to me. I wasn't exactly sure why at the time though, but the question itself was for the first time interpreted very differently by me. I began to think of it in relation to two people, one being the unstoppable force and the other the immovable object. So what happens then, when you look at it from this perspective? This is exactly what I hoped to find some sort of resolution to, but in order to do that I wanted to make sure that I really understood the original question itself. You see personally I like to understand the origin of things, because to me you can't put a new spin on something, if you don't know how to came to be in the first place.

I took to google in the hopes of finding some form of guidance, answer, anything? So I searched the above mentioned question, and ofcourse with google a million results came up. Most of the time I tend to go for the first result on a page, but this time around the second one just kind of attracted me to it more, i have yet to regret that decision. The italic text posted below has been directly quoted from that site.

"If an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, what happens?

Isaac Asimov answered this question rather neatly, I thought. I can't remember in which of his many books I read it (it was a long time ago), but the gist of his argument was this: A universe in which there exists such a thing as an irresistible force is, by definition, a universe which cannot also contain an immovable object. And a universe which contains an immovable object cannot, by definition, also contain an irresistible force. So the question is essentially meaningless: either the force is irresistible or the object is immovable, but not both.

This was my first introduction to philosophy. It was also my first introduction to the notion that ideas which are actually incoherent, when analysed, can nevertheless be extremely useful metaphors. I can think of no better way to describe some encounters between two-year-olds and their mothers, for example.----The correct set-up would be "What would happen if an immovable object were confronted with an unstoppable force." We will have to further define out unstoppable force as having infinite momemtum (right?) and the immovable object having infinite inertia (right.) Therefore, our unstoppable force would have an infinite energy (measure this in joules/calories/whatever) and the unstoppable force would be able to absorb infinite energy.

There would be an endless transfer of energy.

The two would appear as if they are resting, but are actually transferring their infinite energies from one to the other. Equilibrium or a relation would never be established since we're dealing in the infinite regarding energy."

Normally at this hour of the night I would read that and my brain would not process anything, but I was after all on a mission, and it was one that i had put myself on. So to this question I am now ready to add my own interpretation.

If I, an immoveable object, are confronted by you, an unstoppable/irresitable force, when we we meet/confront/come together... the result would be an endless transfer of energy. To me this makes perfect sense. What are human beings but their own forms of immoveable objects and unstoppable forces, we all have our own beliefs, own ways of doing things. Our beliefs and ways which are often unchanged by the influence of others. For the most part when we all meet our energies transfer, intermingle, and co-exist infinitely.

It's late and I should be in bed, but this was floating around in my head, and I decided to share. Night Folks!

Much Love • Much Light

愛是在黑暗中最亮

Love is...

Greetings all!

This morning I woke up and as I opened my eyes, a kind of sadness came over me, it was the day, the day that had not been my friend for the last two years. I got up and got ready for school, the closer I got to being ready to leave, the more I didn't want to, the idea of going out into a world filled with love[ers] just didn't particularly appeal to me.  I went out to get a maxi and my father happened to come along, he noticed the mood and asked about it, to which i simply replied "its valentines day"... he understood.

While on the maxi and I put on a playlist I had made days before chucked full of Alanis Morissette, The Cranberries, Florence and the Machine... basically... i was sinking myself deeper and deeper, until I happened to glance out of the window and see a man carrying a vase with red roses, he literally had a bounce to his step and a broad smile on his face, i couldn't help but smile. Then it hit me...

LOVE!

I was allowing relationships from my past, situations, emotions, things from my past to completely cloud what I believe the real importance of this day is... Love, not just any specific kind of love, but just love in general, love for anyone, anything...

Today is probably one of the most beautiful day's of the year that we all could experience simply because there is an abundance of love, ad from love comes positive vibrations, and from positive vibrations come happiness... what could be better than that. 

I plan to be open to and take in as much of the energy floating around that I possibly can, because nothing bad could ever come from that. Be open to love, even if you might not have it in your life the way you want to, even if a person you love is far away or you have no prospect of seeing them, just be happy that they're out there and send out love to them, most importantly just be happy that you're around and love yourself, it's the best gift that you could ever give yourself so go on and take in the LOVE!

Mucho Love,

A lot of Blessings,

Plenty Smiles

and Tons of Happiness

to you all!

What the Wind Gave Me...

On Sunday April 17th, 2011 I woke up around 8am and headed south bound with my uncle and cousin to Los Iros, I initially took the camera in the hopes that I would be able to get some really amazing kite surfing action shots, but the closer we got the Los Iros the more we began to realize that that just may not have been an option, there was no wind, and with no wind there would be no surfing the skies for anyone. 

 Having driven all the way there we decided to stay for a bit. While Los Iros may not have been the most beautiful stretch of beach I had ever seen it definitely held some treasures hidden away, I got a beautiful set of pictures that day. 

 The lack of wind in Los Iros allowed for me to go to the Savannah where the wind blew my way a different kind of blessing. This morning I received a call, that a photo from my Los Iros set had been chosen to appear in the Music Radio 97.1 FM (Trinidad & Tobago) Motivation Minute Booklet. Blessings in abundance.

Much Love • Much Light

_Shanti_

All is full of... Blessings

Yesterday in the hospital I woke up almost every other hour, at first very frantic, not knowing where I was, but every time after I was less and less frantic to the point where around 6am when the nurse woke me with a syringe in her hand i simply pulled up my gown and rolled over.

Around 930, the nurse for my cubical block came to do rounds and check on everyone, when she got to me she read my sheet saw the lacerations on my legs and let out a soft "ouch" under her breathe. She asked the routine questions, how I slept, how I was feeling, was there any pain and she ended by asking if anyone had came to tidy me yet (I was on strict bed rest, I was not allowed to get off)... I told her no, not at all since I've been here, looking down at my legs and seeing the mud still caked on from where i had fallen, and the grit below my nails, I guess i must have been looking pretty forlorn because she let out what I can only assume was an attempt at a pitiful smile and told me she'd get the cart for me.

When she brought the cart she told me that she'll leave it here for me, that if i needed help she would be right next door and to just call for her, again probably feeling sorry for me after i expressed earlier my inability to pee in the bed pan (by this time I hadn't peed since i was admitted around 12 the day before)... maybe this was her attempt at having me feel some form of independence. I welcomed the feel of the clean warm water and couldn't help but think that I couldn't wait to be home so I could take a proper shower. 

When I was finished I sat on my bed and just waited, the head nurse poked her head in and asked if I was finished, I told her yes as she was opening the curtain to leave I asked her if I could please go and use the bathroom, she looked at me and said they have you attached to this bed, i nodded and explained that I was having problems going in the bed pan, she sighed and said straight to the bathroom and back to bed with you. Yes! freedom! Not only was it the longest pee of my life but it was the first thing on a long list of many to follow that I realized I take for granted daily... The ability to pee in privacy whenever you want to.

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After an accident there is something they don't tell you when they release you from the hospital. They don't tell you that the meds they give you for the pain doesn't compare anything to what they gave you at the hospital, and that while you probably felt like you didn't even need to be at the hospital while you were there cause you barely felt any pain what so ever, the morning after you will wish it was exactly where you were.

This morning was just that for me... I was very grateful that I got to for the first time sleep through the whole night, but the pain I woke up to at 645am was no joke, if it didn't hurt it ached, if it didn't ache it stung, if it didn't sting it was stiff... but you get the idea. There is nothing I wouldn't have done to see a nurse with a syringe standing at the side of my bed. Somehow I managed to calm myself and force myself to go back to sleep, sleep being the only real escape from the pain, as most of my meds has to be taken after a meal, and the prospect of getting up and making something (that I would have to blend to eat, after discovering that my lip can not handle solid food intake, and I have to eat with a straw) I decided sleep was the best alternative.

When I woke up for real for real (because i did wake up in between) at around 930, I got up, tidied my room as best as I could and decided to go take a warm shower in the hopes that it would help with the pain, also I was looking forward to it since yesterday right. I would be lying if I said I enjoyed my shower as much as I thought I would, I would be lying if I didn't say I stood there alone crying for numerous reasons. I couldn't reach my back, when I raised my right leg to clean soap it my hip on the left side hurt so badly that all i could do was cry. It took me 20 min to shower, nothing fancy just soap up, rinse off... 20min. Stepping out of the shower and drying was also a scene. It took me about 15min yesterday in the hospital with a wash cloth and two basins, and today with a full shower it took 20. I cried because well... i felt alone and just about helpless. Lesson #2 on things we take for granted... the ability to take a shower on one's own.

_Shanti_

Little Black Bird...

This morning while walking I saw a little black bird with one leg.

The moral of the story?

You think you're having a tough break in life, and then you see a one legged black bird and suddenly realize... He has one leg and still manages to use it to the best of his ability, he didn't just roll over and die, he's a fighter.

We should all be fighters, and remember that while our problems seem like great ones, there is someone out there that just may have it worse off than you, and still manage to live the happiest life they can.

-Shanti

Battle of the Heart & Mind

I know that one's actual heart is just an organ that pumps blood through our body and actually has no emotional bounds what so ever, but two days ago my heart and my head hurt to the point where I could barely fall asleep.

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My conclusion is that there was an epic battle going on inside of me. They were both fighting with one another... word on the street is that after realizing what utter ridiculous nonsense the brain had gotten into, at some point my heart refused to pump blood to it, no doubt as punishment.

But my poor heart, which had already carried tons of battle scars and was just beginning to heal again, was having a bit of strain, not only having to stop itself from doing its own job but also fighting the messages the brain was sending crying out for help.

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Maybe I do need to get more sleep, I kinda sound like I'm losing it

But on a really serious note, I have discovered that there is a pain much worse than having someone break your heart...

It may not occur often, might be down right rare to some but alas... Breaking your own heart, that is quite the pain my friends.

Moral of the story, when you have something, someone that just feels right, that is right, don't let any excuse you can conjure up in your head stop you from being completely open with them, your heart will thank you in the long run.

-Shanti-

Learning to forgive oneself

There are two things I read tonight that really hit home for me, and I found them not because they mystically appeared to me in the form of a sign from the heavens, but because I sought them out.

The answers don't always just come to you, you do have to put in an effort every once in awhile.

First excerpts from the Meditation: "Loving - Kindness Meditation - Forgiveness"

"Have forgiveness in your heart for anything you think you've done wrong . Forgive yourself for all the past omissions and commissions. They are long gone. Understand that you were a different person and this one is forgiving that one that you were. Feel that forgiveness filling you and enveloping you with a sense of warmth and ease."

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"Think of any one person, or any situation, or any group of people whom you are condemning, blaming, disliking. Forgive them, completely. Let your forgiveness be your expression of unconditional love. They may not do the right things. Human beings have dukkha. And your heart needs the forgiveness in order to have purity of love."

Second excerpts from the blog post "Buddha on Forgiveness, Reconciliation, and Right & Wrong"

These quotes are however direct teachings of Buddha

“These two are fools. Which two? The one who doesn’t see his/her transgression as a transgression, and the one who doesn’t rightfully pardon another who has confessed his/her transgression. These two are fools."

“These two are wise. Which two? The one who sees his/her transgression as a transgression, and the one who rightfully pardons another who has confessed his/her transgression. These two are wise.”

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"When you forgive me for harming you, you decide not to retaliate, to seek no revenge. You don’t have to like me. You simply unburden yourself of the weight of resentment and cut the cycle of retribution that would otherwise keep us ensnarled in an ugly samsaric wrestling match. This is a gift you can give us both, totally on your own, without my having to know or understand what you’ve done."

I'm no sudden philosopher, just a misguided person, as are most of us. Someone told me recently that I should take this time to reflect,  and not only am I doing that but I am seeking ways in which to better my life, enrich my life, be happy with myself, in my life.

Sharing is caring in this instance and I can only hope that this blog post, these excerpts, even the full articles have an impact on anyone else that may happen to read them, as they have for me.

Shanti

Life (Lying+Love=Loss)

 "In Life, Lying to someone you Love will always most definitely result in Loss."

Its really a simple equation, one that most of us know in our hearts to be true without anyone ever really telling us. Yet, even with this knowledge we still find it necessary to lie to the people we love, and not only do we do this, but we find selfish "justifiable" reasons to do so.

"I did it for you... I didn't want to hurt you... I was afraid of how you would react..." examples of the excuses we feed ourselves to feed our motives, but the truth of the matter is that behind all of these "yous" there is actually a very loud "I/Me". Really what we mean is "I did it for me... I didn't want this truth to hurt me... I was afraid of how you would react, and how it would affect me". That is the reality of the situation, whether we want to admit it to ourselves or to the people we blatantly lie to,

As much as we try to separate the two, Omission is lying. That is just the truth. Failing to say something, trying to conceal it, beating around the bush, these are all forms of the same thing, lying. But no one likes the word, no one wants to be called a liar, its harsh, its ugly, it makes us feel badly. Who have you ever heard saying "I'm a liar and proud of it"

We can't lie to someone and claim to love them, this is not love, we can not claim to trust someone, to have faith in them and turn around and keep things from them, out of "fear" of the outcome. The truth should always be spoken, only this way can we have a real relationship of any kind based on trust.

Omitting even the smallest details, or what you consider to be small and meaningless could mean a lot more to someone else who has placed trust in you, and when you keep that from them you leave room for that trust to be broken, and trust is something that once lost is a hell of a hard thing to earn back.

Maybe i'm ranting, maybe i'm just writing this because I was the idiot that ommitted the truth from someone that I love, and now i have to live with that. But seriously. Just take it from someone that has lost the most precious thing in her life, It's never worth it, no amount of fear, pride of stupid justification is ever worth it.

Ba-Zo-Dee

Good night, Greetings, Salutations, Shalom, Namaste, As-Salamu Alaykum...

So I was wondering tonight, what is the difference between someone who is a complete "puppy dog" over someone, and someone that is just in general a nice, thoughtful person. In my honest opinion the two are one in the same. I find as a society we have a tendency to single out the nice "guy/gyal" and quickly label them, bazodee, sprung, whipped, puppy dog etc etc. Why is this though?

No seriously.... WHY? is it that we are so unaccustomed to people actually doing nice, considerate, sweet things for people they care for, simply because they want to, without agenda. Is it that we don't truly believe these people exist? Because let me tell you, they do exist! I know this for a fact because well I am proudly guilty.

You see when i'm with someone I can't help but want to do random sweet things for them. Just ask any of my partners. I've never done so because I expected it in return, or because I wanted anything at all from them, I just did it because it was something that was in my power to do, and it was something I felt like they would appreciate.

But wait, I suppose I do have a hidden agenda, I actually enjoy... making... my current partner... HAPPY! and seeing her... SMILE! How absolutely selfish of me...

But it's no scene, the next time someone wants to call me sprung, or whipped, or anything of the sort, because I picked my partner flowers, made her coffee, make sure she's always eaten, met her at the bus stop etc etc etc I will smile and wear my title with pride... because while my partner is smiling yours just might be wondering where her smile went...
bless up folks!

Sweet N' Sour Moo-Shu

So have you ever had a really great day, i'm saying best of the best, the kinds of days where you feel like absolutely nothing can get you down. I have them quite often, but more often than not those days simply don't end as they started.

For whatever reason, or no reason at all most times, my mood completely 360's and turns for the worst. The "Sweet to Sour in 60seconds" Syndrome. It's such a frustrating place to be, especially the better your day was, it's almost like a little person in your head clicks a switch and bam your day is in the gutter.

The worst part about it is once the mood hits the gutter, getting it out of the rut is near impossible and it shows, physically... it eats away, emotionally. I find that with myself it causes me to withdraw from those around me, and those who I don't withdraw from feel the nasty end of the stick, which usually ends up in some form of negative altercation. So as I mentioned to avoid negative altercations I just shut down, I don't speak, I don't interact what so ever, which of course has its own negative connotations, in terms of people around me.

At this point you may be wondering the point of this post, and even why I decided to randomly divulge all of this "personal" information about myself and my moods... well its because tonight I found myself in this very same position, i had a great day and then suddenly it all went to shit and I felt my spirit sinking, but all of that changed just as quickly as it had originally.

With one sweet smile, the same smile that later brought me cookies and cuticle oil. For this, for her I am most grateful for today.

100 Views... When did that happen?

No, seriously? when did that happen? Well to viewer 101 Hi... hope in the end it was worth it.

The Direction the Wind Blows

If you don't know where you want to go, what you want to do,
the direction in which you go doesn't matter

I first saw this picture ironically one day after having a conversation with my aunt about the very same topic. How do we move "forward" when we don't know what we want? See the truth is, at 25 I still don't really know what I want out of life, where I truly want to go, or what I want to be doing. The only thing I suppose I do know, is that I want to be happy, regardless of where I am, or what I'm doing just to get by.

I mean that's what it's all about isn't it... every path we take is defined by what we want out of life, the house we want to live in, the materialistic things we want to buy, the private school we want to send our kids to one day. Things that can't be obtained unless we have a plan, and by plan I mean a stable way of generating money. So does money purchase a ticket to a life filled with happiness?

But I've strayed... So is it okay to not know what you want? Is it possible to live a happy life without this knowledge? Honestly, I still don't really know the answer to this, or the answer to a lot of questions actually, but I do know this quote did come at a time when I really needed it... "If you don't know where you want to go, the direction you go doesn't matter".

The moral of the story is, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, going where the wind blows me, just because I can, if that makes me seem irresponsible to some, then hey... at the end of the day we all have our own individual lives to live. And right here in this moment, where I don't know what I want, I still manage to be happy.

Life's Lemons Part II

Life's Lemons

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade", or some variation of, is probably one of the most common quotes used to describe those inexplicable moments when the universe throws a couple hurdles in your path.

What happens however when, you're the lemon. When no matter how many great, even mediocre, things life throws at you, somehow you manage to directly or indirectly sour it all on your own.

What happens then?

No Matter...

what you are going through today... there will always be a better tomorrow!

Keep ya head up & stay strong!

NY! Show me the Rights!

Oh! Happy Day!

Sunday July 24th, 2011

The day that the first same sex legal marriage took place!

My thoughts? ITS ABOUT TIME!

One more step in the direction of Equal Rights for all, regardless of creed, race, sexuality...

Looking at CNN this morning, and watching the happy couples as they left city hall, it was hard to hold back the tears of happiness that came trickling down my cheek. Hearing various stories of people that have waited almost their whole life just to be treated equally in a society that holds them as unequal. Couple's that have been together practically my whole life, again in society where the divorce rate is at an all time high, just waiting for their chance to legally be considered one.

I had promised myself that I would not go on and on, where it came to this topic, as trust me I can. But I don't want to take away from the simple fact that this day is a day of celebration.

So to close I have to have to reference a picture that a friend of mine took while I was at my first NY Pride, and reiterate my original thoughts of it being...

ABOUT DAMN TIME!