My life would more than likely be about the same without music. Sure, I enjoy music in the background while doing something else. I enjoy music while riding in the car. I never hear music in my dreams. I have never been motivated to learn to play a musical instrument. I don’t sing in the shower. Therefore, life without music would more than likely be close to the same as now without music.
I Am Not Who I Am
Around the first of this year I discovered AI, (artificial intelligence) and found out that it became very easy for me to assemble an article. I could come up with a few ideas and then consult AI and ask to expand on those ideas. In a matter of seconds, Boom! An instant article that was always near twice the length I ever came up with…… AI would really fluff up an idea.
Couldn’t think of something to write about? Just ask AI and poof! There are twenty or more writing prompts for you. Pick a prompt and AI easily creates a story for you. Wow! This is really becoming simple.
Unfortunately, I now feel that this is not me. I now feel that I am just an outlet for some unnamed artificial intelligence. AI has made me lazy. It has become difficult for me to get the creative juices flowing without AI. The above is me without AI.
This is the same with AI
Around the first of this year I discovered AI, (artificial intelligence) and found out that it became very easy for me to assemble an article. I could come up with a few ideas and then consult AI and ask to expand on those ideas, which opened up a whole new realm of creativity. With just a simple prompt, I could engage the AI in a dialogue, exploring different angles and perspectives that I might not have considered on my own. In a matter of seconds, Boom! An instant article that was always near twice the length I ever came up with. This technology was not just about word count; it was about the depth and breadth of information that it could provide, transforming a mere concept into a comprehensive piece of writing. AI would really fluff up an idea, adding layers of detail and nuance, turning my initial thoughts into a well-rounded discussion that was informative and engaging for readers.
Couldn’t think of something to write about? Just ask AI and poof! There are twenty or more writing prompts for you, carefully designed to spark your creativity and help you break through writer’s block. Pick a prompt, and AI easily creates a story for you, crafting engaging plots and dynamic characters that come to life right before your eyes. Whether you’re looking for inspiration for a novel, a short story, or even just a whimsical tale, the possibilities are endless. Wow! This is really becoming simple, as technology transforms the writing process into an effortless and enjoyable adventure, allowing you to explore new ideas and perspectives in no time.
Unfortunately, I now feel that this is not me. I now feel that I am just an outlet for some unnamed artificial intelligence, a mere vessel through which its ideas flow. AI has made me lazy, almost reliant on its algorithms to spark my imagination. It has become difficult for me to get the creative juices flowing without AI, leaving me frustrated and yearning for the days when I could generate ideas and express myself freely without assistance. The more I depend on this technology, the more I sense a disconnect from my authentic self and inner creativity, which feels stifled and overshadowed by an ever-present digital influence. I find myself questioning whether I can truly think independently or if I am simply echoing what has been fed to me.
I really don’t know what direction this will lead to. I may decide to just write without AI assistance or retire from blogging. Or I may accept the fact that artificial intelligence is the future and go with it.
This is the same paragraph with AI assistance. I really don’t know what direction this will lead to. At this point, I feel quite torn; I may decide to just write without AI assistance, embracing the raw authenticity of my thoughts, or I might even consider retiring from blogging altogether if I feel too overwhelmed by the rapid changes in technology. On the other hand, I am also considering whether I should accept the fact that artificial intelligence is undeniably the future. It could offer new opportunities and perspectives, so perhaps I should adapt and go with it, using AI as a tool to enhance my creativity rather than replace it, finding a balance that respects both traditional writing and innovative tech.
Life Lessons: Stop Being Someone Else
For most of my life I have tried to be something I was not. Many times, through life I heard “You should be like, whatever name you want to insert.” In younger years I heard; you should be more like your brother. Just because he is five years older than me, I should be like him? I guess I was a handful when I was young. Going to school I hear the same thing. You should be more like Johnny. At church I hear you are a sinner and should be more like the saints and apostles. Well, I got the picture, I should be somebody I am not and be somebody that fits in the surrounding society.
My teenage years were very difficult for me. For some reason I was angry and mad all the time. I hated myself and my situation. Was it because I was trying to be somebody I was not or was it just the hormonal change that everyone goes through during that age. One will never know.
I was drafted into the army later and looking back now I think this is one of the best things that happened to me in that period. This was in the Viet Nam era but fortunately my service period was served in Germany instead of Viet Nam unlike the seven other men drafted on that day. They all went to Viet Nam. Why I went to Germany and not Viet Nam is something I will never know. In the service you meet all kinds of people from many different areas of the country. Because of that I realized that the human race is not that bad. All the ones I met were basically good and were just trying to get through the challenges in front of them.
I have spent maybe two thirds of life trying to be somebody that I am not. You may believe this or not, but, one day I was taking a walk around the greenbelt near our home. There was nobody around and I was just having some silent time to my own. Then this loud voice came out and spoke. “Tom stop trying to be somebody else, just be yourself! Your purpose in life is to be yourself!” After that event I have decided to just be myself. Since that time, I been at peace since and am actually enjoying just being myself. I even like myself. This is one lesson I wish I had learned earlier in life.
Same as Last Year
This prompt is the same as last year on September 12th
Never Forget September 11, 2001
Four commercial airplanes were hijacked by 19 terrorists. Two planes, American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175, crashed into the North and South Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City, respectively. The South Tower collapsed at 9:59 AM, and the North Tower at 10:28 AM.
American Airlines Flight 77 crashed into the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, at 9:37 AM, causing partial structural damage.
United Airlines Flight 93 crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, at 10:03 AM after passengers and crew attempted to regain control from the hijackers. It is believed the target was either the U.S. Capitol or the White House.
Nearly 3,000 people were killed, including 2,753 at the World Trade Center, 184 at the Pentagon, and 40 on Flight 93. Victims included civilians, first responders, and military personnel. Thousands more were injured.
This was a major event in the history of the United States and must never be forgotten, as it significantly shaped the nation’s identity and future trajectory. The repercussions of this event resonated deeply within society, influencing political landscapes and cultural dynamics for generations to come. It serves as a reminder of the struggles faced by those who fought for justice and equality, highlighting the importance of collective memory in preserving the lessons learned through hardship and triumph. Understanding this pivotal moment encourages reflection on the ongoing journey toward unity and progress in our society.
The Multifaceted Concept of God in Human History
Many people believe in a god, a supreme being, or a deity. This belief shows our need to understand existence, the universe, and our role in it. To learn more, I asked AI for a definition of God, interested in its insights shaped by diverse cultural views. The response was intriguing, as it summarized not only the qualities of divinity but also how different societies think about this idea, showing both shared beliefs and differences through time and cultures.
The idea of God has shaped human history, culture, and individual lives for millennia, serving as a cornerstone of meaning, morality, and mystery. Across civilizations, God is understood in diverse ways—as a singular omnipotent being, a collection of deities, or an impersonal cosmic force that binds the universe together. This multifaceted concept transcends mere religion, influencing philosophy, art, science, and ethics, while remaining deeply personal and often divisive. The varying interpretations of God reflect the unique values and beliefs of different societies, illustrating how this divine notion fosters both unity and conflict among peoples. From the ancient rituals of worship to contemporary discussions on the nature of existence, the concept of God challenges individuals and communities to grapple with profound questions about life, purpose, and the moral framework that governs human behavior. The pursuit of understanding God can lead to a deeper exploration of spirituality, prompting many to seek connections with something greater than themselves, ultimately shaping the profound narratives that define cultures across the globe.
In monotheistic traditions like Christianity, Islam, and Judaism, God is typically envisioned as a singular, all-powerful creator who is deeply involved in the cosmos and human lives. In Christianity, God is the loving father, omnipresent and omniscient, guiding humanity through divine will and grace while embodying the principles of love, forgiveness, and redemption. The Bible portrays God as both transcendent and immanent, a being who not only crafted the universe yet remains intimately involved with creation, listening to prayers and responding to the cries of the faithful. Islam’s Allah, similarly, is the sole deity, merciful and just, whose will is absolute, as described in the Quran, which emphasizes His attributes of compassion, power, and wisdom. Additionally, Allah is seen as the ultimate judge, ensuring that justice prevails while offering repentance and mercy to those who seek it sincerely. Judaism’s Yahweh, revealed through the Torah, emphasizes a covenantal relationship with the chosen people, blending justice with compassion, guiding them throughout their history while encouraging ethical living and adherence to His laws. These faiths share a view of God as eternal, unchanging, and deeply concerned with human affairs, fostering a sense of purpose and direction in the lives of believers, reinforcing the importance of faith and community in the journey towards spiritual fulfillment.
Polytheistic traditions, such as Hinduism and ancient Greek religion, offer a different lens through which to examine the complexity of spirituality and divine representation. Hinduism’s vast pantheon includes deities like Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva, each embodying unique aspects of the divine spectrum while ultimately pointing to Brahman, the infinite reality underlying existence. This intricate framework suggests a fluidity between the one and the many, where God is both plural and singular, allowing for a rich tapestry of worship and personal interpretation. Furthermore, the interplay between these deities illustrates the idea that the divine can manifest in numerous forms, each serving as a guide for followers on their spiritual journeys. Ancient Greeks, on the other hand, worshipped gods like Zeus and Athena, anthropomorphic figures imbued with distinct personalities and domains, reflecting a worldview where divinity mirrors human complexity. The myths surrounding these gods often detailed their interactions and conflicts, emphasizing the intricacies of ethical dilemmas and the human condition. In this way, both traditions highlight the multifaceted nature of the divine, as well as the varied ways in which cultures have sought to understand and relate to a higher power, demonstrating that the quest for meaning transcends time and geography.
Beyond organized religion, philosophical and spiritual perspectives broaden the concept further, inviting deeper exploration into the nature of existence and our understanding of the divine. Deism posits a God who creates but does not intervene, presenting a rational force behind the universe’s order, suggesting a clockmaker who sets the machinery of the cosmos in motion yet remains distant from its operations. Pantheism, as articulated by thinkers like Spinoza, equates God with nature itself, ultimately dissolving the boundary between creator and creation and encouraging a profound reverence for the natural world that surrounds us. This perspective fosters a sense of unity and interconnectedness amongst all living things, urging individuals to recognize the divine immanence present in every element of life. Meanwhile, agnosticism and atheism challenge traditional notions, questioning God’s existence or relevance while still engaging with the void such questions leave, prompting critical thinking and intellectual discourse on morality, purpose, and the human experience in a seemingly indifferent universe. These varied views illustrate the rich tapestry of beliefs that confront our quest for meaning beyond institutional dogma.
God’s role in human life extends beyond theology. Art—from Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel to Sufi poetry—captures divine awe and intimacy, revealing the profound connection between spirituality and creativity that transcends cultural boundaries. The aesthetic expressions of faith often serve as a bridge, inviting individuals to explore the depths of their beliefs and the mysteries of existence. Moral systems, even in secular contexts, often trace their roots to divine commandments or cosmic principles, reflecting the innate human desire for order, justice, and meaning in a chaotic world. These ethical frameworks guide personal conduct and societal norms, showcasing how spirituality can influence our understanding of right and wrong. Yet, the concept of God also sparks conflict, from historical crusades to modern debates over faith’s place in public life, exposing the fragility of belief systems when challenged. These tensions highlight humanity’s struggle to reconcile the infinite with the finite, the known with the unknowable, prompting a continuous journey of exploration and dialogue that shapes both individual identities and the collective human experience.
Ultimately, God remains a mirror of human aspiration and fear—a symbol of hope, order, and purpose, but also of mystery and unanswerable questions. Whether seen as a personal savior, a cosmic force, or a human construct, God reflects our deepest desires to understand existence and navigate the complexities of our lives. Across cultures and eras, the quest to define God reveals as much about humanity as it does about divinity, inviting each generation to wrestle with the eternal, confront its own uncertainties, and seek meaning in a world that often feels chaotic. This exploration of the divine not only shapes individual belief systems but also weaves the intricate tapestry of society, influencing art, philosophy, and moral values. Consequently, the concept of God remains not just a theological inquiry, but a profound journey into the human condition itself, challenging us to ponder our place in the universe and our connection to one another.
Recognizing Self-Centered Traits
All they do is talk, and it is always how great they are, boasting about their accomplishments and skill sets as if the world revolves around their achievements. They fill every conversation with self-praise, leaving little room for others to share their experiences or thoughts, creating an atmosphere that can feel somewhat stifling and self-centered.
They don’t want a conversation; all they want is a platform for their greatness, a stage upon which they can showcase their talents and assert their dominance. In a world where validation often comes through applause and admiration, they seek to amplify their voices without the distraction of dialogue. This singular focus on self-promotion and recognition blinds them to the rich tapestry of ideas and perspectives that could emerge through genuine interaction and engagement.
A Week of Energy
To have a week without health issues, where each day is full of energy, is a goal many want to reach. This time should be about feeling refreshed and mentally clear, helping people engage in their daily tasks. Eating well, exercising regularly, and getting enough sleep can greatly improve this healthy experience and boost overall well-being. During this week, individuals can focus on self-care, mindfulness, and relaxation, which are important for maintaining a healthy lifestyle and avoiding stress-related problems.
When you reach my age, health concerns become a big part of daily life, as every new ache or pain can feel serious. It’s not just about physical health; worrying about potential issues can really weigh on the mind. Each year, the need for a healthy lifestyle—regular check-ups, a good diet, and exercise—becomes more important. Conversations with friends often center on medical advice and preventive care, highlighting the need to stay informed about health. Although aging brings many challenges, it also helps us appreciate the joyful moments in life.
Lights Out in the Shower
The old cabin creaked under the weight of the storm outside, wind howling through the pines like a chorus of restless spirits. I’d rented the place for a quiet weekend, a chance to unplug and clear my head. The bathroom was small, with chipped tiles and a shower that sputtered before spitting out lukewarm water. I stepped in, letting the spray wash away the day’s hike, steam curling around me like a shroud.
The bulb overhead flickered once, twice, then held steady. I ignored it—old wiring, probably. The water felt good, soothing my aching muscles. I closed my eyes, humming softly, the sound muffled by the patter of droplets. Then, a sharp *click*. The light went out, plunging the room into pitch black.
I froze, water still streaming down my face. “Great,” I muttered, reaching for the faucet. My fingers fumbled in the dark, slipping on the wet knob. The shower kept running, but the air felt heavier now, like someone had stepped into the room. I strained to listen over the water’s drone. Nothing. Just my imagination, right?
I turned off the shower, the sudden silence deafening. My hand groped for the towel hanging nearby, but it brushed something else—cold, slick, like damp skin. I yanked my hand back, heart hammering. “Who’s there?” I called, voice trembling. No answer, but the darkness seemed to pulse, alive with something I couldn’t see.
I stumbled out of the shower, feet slipping on the tiles. The bathroom door was somewhere to my left—I hoped. My hands found the wall, guiding me forward, but the surface felt wrong, spongy, like it was breathing under my touch. I yanked my hand away, suppressing a scream. The air grew colder, thicker, pressing against my bare skin. A faint whisper slithered through the dark, not words, just a low, guttural hum that made my stomach twist.
I lunged for where I thought the door was, fingers scrabbling until they hit the knob. It turned, but the door wouldn’t budge, like something was holding it shut. Panic clawed at me. I pounded on the wood, shouting, my voice echoing in the tiny space. The whisper grew louder, closer, curling around my ears like icy fingers. I swear I felt breath on my neck, damp and sour.
Desperate, I threw my weight against the door. It gave way, spilling me into the cabin’s main room. The lights there were still on, warm and steady. I spun around, expecting to see someone—or something—in the bathroom. Nothing. Just darkness beyond the doorway, thicker than it should’ve been.
I didn’t sleep that night. The storm raged on, and every creak of the cabin felt like a warning. I left at dawn, never looking back. But even now, weeks later, I feel it sometimes—a cold breath on my neck when I shower, a whisper in the dark when the lights flicker. It followed me. And it’s waiting.
Ramblings Magazine Issue #16
Unforgettable Italian Adventure: 16 Days of Culture
In 2007, my wife, Dee, and I embarked on a thrilling adventure, taking a sixteen-day journey to the beautiful country of Italy. We left Denver early in the morning, filled with excitement and anticipation, and after what felt like an eternity, we arrived in Milan, Italy, the following day. The long hours of flying and the time zone change, which cost us seven hours as we traveled east, made the experience all the more disorienting. I struggled to catch some sleep on the plane, as the hum of the engines and the flickering lights of the cabin kept me restless. By the time we touched down on Italian soil, we were utterly exhausted, the weariness settling into our bones. Despite our fatigue, the thrill of being in a new country coursed through us, setting the stage for an unforgettable adventure.
In the sixteen days we visited the typical tourist sites, immersing ourselves in the rich history and stunning architecture. However, in addition to the popular tourist traps, the tour company was small enough to tailor the trip to fit requests from the attendants, providing a personalized experience that is often missing in larger groups. If someone wanted to visit their home root city or town, he could easily adjust the trip to accommodate these requests, ensuring that each traveler had the opportunity to connect with their Italian heritage or explore unique locations that held personal significance. This flexibility gave us the chance to visit some off-the-beaten-path destinations, which not only allowed us to see lesser-known but equally captivating sights, but also provided us with a comprehensive perspective on typical life in Italy. Interacting with locals, enjoying authentic cuisine, and experiencing age-old traditions were truly the highlights of our journey, making this the best part of the trip. In contrast, during our visit in 1999, we had previously seen all the typical tourist sites, where we marveled at the iconic landmarks, but the experience felt more generic and less connected to the vibrant culture of the country.
Since I am a writer, I had to take the opportunity to write about this trip. It can be found here. SIXTEEN DAYS IN ITALY
Daily writing prompt
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
My Ideal Home: Nine Years of Bliss
This is what my ideal home looks like. We have moved here over nine years ago, and I have been so blessed to live in the home I have always dreamed of.
Labor Day September 1st, 2025
Typically, Labor Day marks the unofficial end of summer, with people celebrating through parades, barbecues, and community events. Many businesses close, and it’s a major retail weekend with significant sales, rivaling Black Friday in some sectors. In 2025, expect widespread store discounts, especially on clothing, electronics, and home goods, with online and in-store deals starting as early as mid-August. Government offices, schools, and non-essential services like post offices and banks usually close, though some states may have partial operations.
Labor Day in the United States is a federal holiday celebrated on the first Monday in September, which in 2025 will fall on September 1. It honors the contributions of workers to the nation’s economy and social fabric. Established in the late 19th century during the labor movement, it was first recognized as a federal holiday in 1894 under President Grover Cleveland, following significant labor strikes, notably the Pullman Strike. The holiday emerged as a way to acknowledge workers’ rights and the growing influence of labor unions.
Today, the holiday is more about leisure than activism, with 160 million Americans likely to travel or enjoy festivities. States like California and New York hold big parades, while others focus on local events or rallies for workers’ rights. What do you have planned for today?
Embracing the Past or Seeking New Horizons?
The hitchhiker, Jack, trudged along the abandoned highway, his thumb raised in a faint gesture of hope as he sought a ride to take him far away from his troubles. Dusk darkened the horizon, painting the sky with hues of deep purple and fiery orange, while an oppressive chill seeped into his bones, sending shivers coursing through his weary body. A narrow dirt path diverged into the ominous woods, its twisting entrance draped with shadows and offering the faint promise of shelter from the increasingly biting wind. He followed it hesitantly, the crunch of dry leaves underfoot echoing in the stillness, until he emerged into a clearing where a campsite flickered beneath the vast, indifferent stars, each twinkling light a silent witness to his solitary plight. As he approached, the warm glow of a dying fire illuminated the encampment, revealing remnants of a past life—a half-eaten meal, discarded gear, and a sense of stories left untold.
A fire crackled in a stone pit, casting light on a scene that stopped Jack cold. His old green tent—the one with the tear from that Yosemite trip—stood pitched tight, its familiar fabric stirring memories of nights spent under the stars. His battered Coleman stove sat on a stump, next to his chipped blue enamel mug, weathered yet comfortable in its imperfection, just like Jack himself. The mug had witnessed countless dawns accompanied by the rich aroma of brewing coffee, each sip a ritual that gathered the strength to face the day. His worn paperback of On the Road, dog-eared at page 47, lay on a folding chair he’d lost years ago at a music festival, a token of spontaneity and laughter that echoed in his heart. Every item was his, down to the frayed rope he’d used to hang his pack in trees, each frayed end telling tales of adventures taken and paths tread, reinforcing the life of exploration that defined him. The flickering flames danced in rhythm with the haunting melodies of memories, drawing him back to moments filled with wonder and the freedom of the open road.
Jack’s heart thudded with a mix of anxiety and nostalgia. He’d never been here before, yet it felt oddly familiar, like a long-forgotten dream reawakening in the twilight of his mind. He’d been drifting for months through vast landscapes, each day blending into the next, no fixed destination, no map guiding him through the wilderness. Yet this camp was a mirror of his life, a collage of possessions he’d owned, lost, or left behind, each item whispering stories of who he once was. He circled the fire, half-expecting a stranger to claim it all, to challenge his presence in this transient sanctuary. No one appeared, though, and the emptiness wrapped around him like a heavy blanket. The woods were silent, save for the pop of burning logs and the hushed rustling of leaves, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for him to remember or perhaps to forget. In that poignant stillness, Jack felt the weight of his choices pressing down on him, mingling fear with the flickering warmth of the flames.
He sank into the chair, the mug warm in his hands, a small comfort amid the uncertainty. Coffee, black and bitter, just how he liked it, filled his senses and momentarily drowned out the chaos in his mind. He sipped, mind racing with a swirl of thoughts and questions. Had he blacked out? Had he truly sleepwalked his life into this surreal place, far removed from familiarity? The tent flap rustled gently in the breeze, and he peered inside with a mixture of hope and trepidation. His sleeping bag, patched with duct tape in a desperate attempt to keep warm, was rolled out haphazardly, a sign of his disarray. His old harmonica gleamed on the ground, the one he’d pawned in Reno two winters back, a bitter reminder of better days filled with music and laughter that now felt like a distant memory. Each note echoed in his mind as he wondered if he could ever reclaim that part of himself lost in the fog of time and poor choices.
Jack played a shaky note, the sound hauntingly familiar, echoing through the stillness around him. Memories flickered—campfires with friends, the warmth of laughter mingling with the smoke, lonely nights under bridges, where the stars felt like distant companions, the road’s endless pull urging him forward into the unknown. But this place felt wrong, like a dream stitched from scraps of his past, fragments of joy interwoven with threads of regret. He checked his pack, still slung on his shoulder, its weight a comforting reminder of his travels. Everything he owned was there, yet duplicated here in this uncanny reality. Two lives, one his, one… what? A mirror of choices not taken, paths forsaken, lingering shadows of other possibilities that now danced mockingly at the edges of his vision, waiting for him to remember their names.
A twig snapped. Jack froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he held his breath, listening intently. Footsteps crunched on the damp leaves, each sound echoing his growing anxiety, and a figure slowly emerged from the dense trees—gaunt, bearded, with eyes that gleamed like his own, a mirror of his past. The man wore Jack’s old flannel, the very one he’d traded for a bus ticket, the fabric frayed and faded but still hauntingly familiar. “You’re late,” the man said, voice rough but eerily familiar, carrying a weight of memories that seemed to hang between them like a ghost. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back, Jack. You thought you could just leave everything behind?” The tension thickened as Jack remembered the reasons for his departure, yet here stood the embodiment of those choices, beckoning him back into the shadows of his own history.
“Who are you?” Jack stammered.
The man smirked, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “You, if you’d stayed. This is where you stopped running, where you finally laid down roots, built a life filled with memories, laughter, and moments that seemed to matter. Then you left it all behind, chasing the road again, seeking the thrill of the unknown, the allure of distant horizons calling your name, as if the path beneath your feet was never enough to satisfy your restless spirit.”
Jack’s mouth dried. “That’s not me. I never—”
“You will.” The man tossed a stick into the fire, watching as the embers glowed brighter for a moment, casting flickering shadows around them. “This is your camp, Jack. Always was. Always will be. The memories are embedded in the very ground we stand on, the echoes of laughter from old friends and the warmth of shared stories. The question is, do you stay and embrace what this place offers, or do you keep moving forward into the unknown? Each path holds its own promise and peril, but there’s something about the familiarity of this camp that calls to you, urging you to consider where your heart truly belongs.”
Jack gripped the mug, its warmth grounding him and filling him with a sense of comfort amidst the swirling shadows of his thoughts. The man vanished into the dark, leaving only questions that echoed in the stillness of the room. Should he stay and claim this life, embracing the possibilities that lay ahead, or was it wiser to walk away, retreating back into the road’s uncertainty, where familiar feelings of freedom and unpredictability awaited him? The weight of his decision hung heavily in the air, each potential path radiating different futures, pulling at his heart and mind as he contemplated what it really meant to belong.
Dawn emerged with a solemn light, casting elongated shadows across the ground. Jack hefted his pack, deliberately leaving the camp undisturbed, mindful of the memories tethered to the flickering embers of the fire that had warmed them the night before. The highway lay before him, desolate and silent, a stretch of asphalt winding into the unknown. He raised his thumb in a gesture of hope, yet hesitated, glancing back as if expecting the camp to somehow accompany him, as if the laughter of friends and the warmth of shared stories would rise from the ashes and fill the air once more. The weight of solitude pressed upon him, and he took a slow breath, trying to reconcile the pull of the past with the promise of the journey ahead.
Writing stats and success’s
Writing and authoring can be lucrative for some, but the reality is nuanced and not as universally rosy as sites like Writer’s Digest might suggest. The potential for high earnings exists—top authors like Stephen King or J.K. Rowling rake in millions—but for most, it’s a tough grind with modest returns. Data from the Authors Guild (2018) shows the median income for full-time authors in the U.S. was around $20,300, and part-time authors earned even less, about $6,080. Self-publishing has opened doors, with some indie authors earning six figures on platforms like Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing, but success often requires prolific output, savvy marketing, and a bit of luck. For every breakout hit, thousands of books sell fewer than 100 copies.
Sites like Writer’s Digest often emphasize the upside to attract aspiring writers, and they’re not wrong that opportunities exist—freelance writing, ghostwriting, or niche genres like romance can pay well for those who hustle. However, these platforms also monetize hope, selling courses, subscriptions, or services that promise to unlock your potential. They’re not scams, but their optimism can gloss over the industry’s challenges: saturated markets, low freelance rates (often $0.10-$0.50/word for beginners), and the time it takes to build a name.
If you’re considering writing as a career, focus on diversifying income streams—books, freelance gigs, teaching, or editing—and treat it like a business. The web posts echo this: success stories exist, but they’re outliers, and persistence plus skill matters more than chasing hype.
In conclusion, a writing career like many other careers takes a lot of time and effort.
To Research for Yesterday’s Prompt
I looked up when TV started in Denver to understand its historical context. This research included the technology that made television possible and its influence on local culture. When I was a youngster tv wasn’t a common item where I lived. It was to help me with yesterday’s writing prompt, “What TV shows did you watch as a kid?”, sparking memories of my childhood and the shows that affected my early viewing, bringing back nostalgic feelings from the laughter and lessons learned from those favorite characters.
Daily writing prompt
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Memories of Watching TV in Denver
Denver did not get their first TV station until 1952. Therefore, I was over ten years old before television was even available in our home. I would guess that I was close to a teenager before we got our first television, which was a Zenith, a brand that seemed to hold a certain prestige at the time. Does anyone remember Zenith TVs? The only show I can vividly remember watching during those early years was Sheriff Scotty, a local kids’ show that brought joy to many children in the area. I distinctly recall that in the real world, he was the mayor of Englewood, a suburb of Denver, which made it all the more intriguing for us young viewers. My parents faithfully watched the Ed Sullivan Show; it’s a memory that still lingers, with images of bright performances and famous guests. Technology has really advanced since those days, transforming the way we consume entertainment. Today, we have access to a plethora of channels and streaming services, a far cry from the single station that graced our living room all those years ago.
The Sad Reality of City Life
It’s sad that we do not feel safe in large cities.
In the heart of bustling metropolises, where skyscrapers pierce the sky and the hum of life never ceases, a troubling sentiment has taken root: we no longer feel safe. Large cities, once celebrated as vibrant hubs of opportunity, culture, and connection, are increasingly shadowed by fear. This pervasive unease reflects deeper societal challenges that demand our attention and action.
The sense of insecurity in urban centers stems from multiple sources. Rising crime rates, often sensationalized by media, paint cities as battlegrounds. According to recent data, violent crime in major U.S. cities like Chicago and New York has seen upticks in specific areas, with robbery and assault rates climbing in 2024. Though overall crime trends vary, high-profile incidents—shootings, subway attacks, or public theft—dominate headlines, amplifying public anxiety. These stories linger, shaping perceptions that every corner holds danger, even when statistics suggest otherwise.
Beyond crime, the urban environment itself can feel hostile. Overcrowded streets, aggressive traffic, and the constant churn of strangers create a sense of anonymity that erodes trust. In smaller towns, familiarity breeds community; in cities, the sheer scale of human interaction can feel isolating. A 2023 survey by the Pew Research Center found that 60% of urban residents feel less connected to their neighbors than they did a decade ago. This disconnection fuels vulnerability—when no one knows your name, who will notice if something goes wrong?
Economic disparity also plays a role. Cities showcase stark contrasts between wealth and poverty, with homelessness surging in places like Los Angeles and San Francisco. Encountering visible desperation daily can unsettle residents, fostering guilt, fear, or resentment. For many, the sight of encampments or panhandlers becomes a reminder of societal failures, making public spaces feel unpredictable and unsafe.
Yet, this sadness over lost safety isn’t just about physical threats. It’s about the erosion of a social contract. Cities thrive when people trust the systems around them—police, transit, local government. But distrust in institutions is growing. Scandals, underfunded services, and polarized politics leave residents feeling unprotected. For instance, debates over policing—whether overfunded or underfunded—have left communities caught between calls for reform and demands for stronger enforcement, with no clear resolution.
So, what can be done? Rebuilding safety requires a multifaceted approach. Community policing, focused on trust rather than confrontation, has shown promise in cities like Camden, New Jersey, where violent crime dropped 20% after reforms. Investing in mental health services and housing can address root causes of crime and homelessness. Urban design also matters—well-lit streets, green spaces, and community centers can foster connection and deter crime. Most importantly, residents must engage with one another. Neighborhood initiatives, like block parties or mutual aid groups, can rebuild the social fabric that makes cities feel like home.
It’s heartbreaking that the very places designed for human connection now breed fear. Yet, cities remain humanity’s greatest experiment in coexistence. By addressing crime, inequality, and disconnection head-on, we can reclaim the safety and vibrancy that define urban life. The path forward lies in collective effort—because no city thrives when its people are afraid.
Excitement of Becoming a Great Granddad
Recently my granddaughter informed us that she is expecting a baby, and it filled our hearts with immense joy and excitement. The due date is January 24th, and as the days draw closer, we find ourselves anticipating this new arrival with eager hearts. Just think, I may become a great granddad before my time is up on this earth, and the idea of holding this little one in my arms brings a smile to my face. It’s a beautiful cycle of life, and I look forward to sharing stories and wisdom with the newest member of our family, hoping to leave a lasting legacy of love and support for generations to come.
I Do Other Things Than Just Blog
Yes, I do more than just blog. I have a life outside the laptop, filled with activities that enhance my daily existence. In retirement, I spend my days trying new hobbies that I didn’t have time for during my working years. This phase of life lets me enjoy quality time with my wonderful wife, sharing joyful moments and appreciating the little things. We’ve made our home a cozy place to host friends and family, creating lasting memories. My workshop is a space for creativity, where I work on woodworking projects that show my personality. I enjoy all the benefits of retirement, relishing the freedom to choose how I spend my time without job constraints or the need for consistent income, allowing me to focus on what I truly love.
Sometime in the first part of this year we were visiting some friends and during that time I had to use the facilities. I noticed that he had a small collection of small paperbacks on a shelf in the restroom. I said to him that I noticed that there was a collection of small books and I asked him what kind of books he uses for the short time of personal business. He replied. “I like a collection of short stories. Just enough to pass the time and nothing deep and long.” I then had the thought, “I can do that!”
Since that time, I have been creating small paperbacks of around 100 pages and a variety of different topics by keeping with my blogging agenda, “Comments About Anything“. I also discovered about Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing. This works perfectly for me. The only investment I have is my time. No financial investment whatsoever. If they don’t sell, no loss whatsoever.
I just finished book four and really enjoying this new challenge. They are only $4.75 for paperback, free thru the 24th and then $2.99 for Kindle and $0.00 if a Kindle Unlimited subscriber.
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How My Parents Chose My Name During WWII
The story I got from my parents is that they did not know what to name me. They did not want to name me after any relative or friend. My older brother was named after my father, and they said that they found out after a period of time the same name in the family can be confusing.
I was born after the beginning of World War Two, a time when the world was engulfed in turmoil and uncertainty, and my parents told me they could not think of a good name for their child amidst the chaos. In their search for inspiration, they decided to explore the list of men being drafted into the military, hoping to find a name that resonated with them. Apparently, during that period, the draftees’ names were printed in local newspapers as a matter of public record, creating a tangible connection between the community and those who were being called to serve. As they scanned the page, they came across the name of Thomas Lee, a name that struck a chord with them both; they liked it instantly, and without hesitation, they settled on it. Thus, here I am today, carrying a name with a history I know little about. I do not have a clue what his last name was or anything else about Thomas Lee, though the mystery surrounding him only adds to my curiosity. All I know is that he hailed from the Denver metro area, a place rich with stories and legacies, linking me, in some way, to a past that remains just out of reach.
Rekindling Motivation as We Age
Motivation is like a Wi-Fi signal—just when you think you’re connected, it drops. Keep searching for the signal, because even one bar is enough to get you through!
As I age, finding motivation to start and do things is becoming farther and further to locate; it feels as if each passing year adds layers of hesitance, making it more challenging to muster the enthusiasm I once had. The once simple tasks now seem daunting, and the energy I need often feels like a distant memory. I find myself reflecting on my past, where the spark of inspiration was so readily available, igniting a rush to engage in various activities. Now, contemplation often takes precedence over action, leading to a cycle of procrastination and missed opportunities. This gradual shift has made me realize how vital it is to rekindle that internal drive and to seek out the small joys that once motivated me, as I navigate through this phase of life.
Let me tell you, the road of aging is like trying to drive through a city after a snowstorm—full of obstacles and potholes, and just when you think you’ve navigated them all, there’s another hidden speed bump ready to send you bouncing!
Have a nice day!
I Grew up on This Street
In 1941 my parents had a house built on South Decatur Street. They lived in this house when I was born. The reason they built on this street was because my dad worked at Gates Rubber Company and South Decatur was a short drive to Mississippi and Santa Fe Drive which was the location of Gates Rubber Company at that time. Across the street from where we lived was an older house. I would guess that it was built in the early 1900’s. This house had three gigantic elm trees in the front yard and a large weeping willow in the back. This was the first house in the block. As Denver grew more and more houses were built on this street. This street grew up and matured at the same time I grew up. One of my favorite past times was to watch the tractors dig the basement holes, lay the foundation and build a house on this foundation. The neighbor kids and I had many enjoyable hours playing in the mounds of dirt and the houses in various stages of completion. I can still smell the fresh pine smell emitting from a freshly framed house. As the neighborhood expanded it needed city sidewalks and a new asphalt street. This project occupied most of the summer for me. I remember them moving the houses shut off valves closer to the houses because the new street was going to be wider, and the valves could not be under the street or the new sidewalk. Each house on the block needed a hole dug about six feet long from the shut off valve going closer to the house. These holes were dug by a construction worker at the time. I don’t know why they didn’t use a tractor. I spent hours watching this worker dig these holes in front of each house and move the valve farther back into the yard. The forms for the sidewalks were installed and it seemed like a hundred cement trucks came to fill the forms for the walks. It didn’t take much to entertain me when I was young. After the street and sidewalks were finished, we discovered roller skates. The kind that you would clamp onto your street shoes and hope they would stay on for a while. The street had a small incline, and many hours were spent skating up to the corner and then coasting down to the other corner. We must have done that thousands of times. When you finally take off your skates your little feet would continue to tingle and feel strange for a period. This street also had a business. It was the neighborhood Kool-Aid stand. I wonder if the neighbors ever got tired of hearing us calling out; “Kool-Aid, Kool-Aid, ice cold Kool-Aid.” This was a residential street, and we never did that well because there was not that much outside traffic. Sometimes I think some neighbors bought Kool-Aid just to shut us up for a while. This street has many memories for me. These are just a few. I have lived on this street for twenty years or more. After my parents passed on in the eighties, I lived in the house for a couple of years. I could see the neighborhood declining and decided to sell. I occasionally drive down the street and recall the years I spent on the street where I grew up.
Growing up on a particular street can shape one’s identity, memories, and perspective in profound ways. The street where you grow up becomes a backdrop to countless stories, from the mundane to the extraordinary, and each corner holds a piece of your personal history.
Community and Connection: The essence of growing up on a specific street often revolves around the sense of community it fosters. Streets in neighborhoods where everyone knows each other can cultivate a strong sense of belonging and mutual support. For instance, children might play together, creating bonds that last well into adulthood. This communal spirit is highlighted by the shared activities, like block parties or impromptu gatherings, which can lead to lifelong friendships and a collective memory of specific events or traditions unique to that street.
Physical Environment: The physical characteristics of the street contribute significantly to one’s upbringing. Streets with parks, local shops, or natural features like trees or rivers offer different experiences than those in urban settings with skyscrapers or busy intersections. The layout itself, whether it’s a quiet cul-de-sac or a bustling main road, influences activities from playing street games to learning to navigate traffic. The architecture of the houses, the design of the sidewalks, and even the street’s name can all evoke memories and emotions tied to childhood and adolescence.
Life Lessons and Challenges: Streets are not just about happy memories; they can also be places where one learns resilience and life skills. In some neighborhoods, growing up on the street might mean facing challenges like economic hardship or community issues, teaching individuals about perseverance, empathy, and community activism. The street where you grew up can be a microcosm of broader societal issues, offering lessons in diversity, justice, or the value of local governance.
Nostalgia and Change: Over time, the street where you grew up might change, either physically through new constructions or socially through demographic shifts. Revisiting can evoke a strong sense of nostalgia but also highlight how much you’ve grown or changed. The contrast between then and now can be bittersweet, as old homes are renovated, or familiar landmarks are replaced, reflecting the passage of time and evolution of one’s life journey.
Cultural and Personal Identity: The street where one grows up often becomes a part of personal and cultural identity. It’s where cultural traditions might be observed, like holiday decorations or community celebrations. For some, the street is a narrative thread woven into who they are, influencing their values, their stories, and sometimes even their career paths or creative expressions. Literature, music, and art often draw inspiration from these early environments, immortalizing the street in various forms.
In conclusion, the street where someone grows up is much more than a geographical location; it’s a canvas on which life’s early chapters are painted. Whether through the lens of community, personal growth, or cultural identity, this street shapes individuals in ways that are both subtle and profound, embedding itself into the fabric of their life story.
Finding Relief Through Writing
I like to vent my thoughts and feelings, as it helps me process my experiences and emotions more clearly. Sharing what’s on my mind not only provides a sense of relief but also allows me to gain new perspectives on various issues I encounter.
Through this practice, I can better understand my internal struggles and connect with others who may share similar feelings. By reflecting on my thoughts and emotions, I create a space for healing and growth, allowing me to explore my experiences. Such connections remind me that I’m not alone and encourage me to embrace vulnerability as a strength, fostering deeper relationships and support among those who understand life’s complexities.
Exploring Life After Death
I believe there is life after we die, influenced by spiritual and philosophical beliefs. Religions like Christianity and Hinduism teach about an afterlife, whether it’s heaven or reincarnation, where our awareness continues. The idea of infinite time implies that our lives are just a part of a larger story. Many near-death experiences report feelings of eternal time or connections to a greater existence, which supports this belief. While some argue that consciousness ends with death, the desire for meaning and hope remains. I believe our essence carries on, intertwined with an eternal timeline beyond our physical existence.
Embracing Simplicity in Later Life
I am over eighty and I do not have many goals now. For over fifty years I was swamped with goals, each one driving me towards various accomplishments and a fulfilled life, and they have been relatively successful. I have been retired almost twenty years, which has given me the opportunity to reflect on my past ambitions and the relentless pursuit of my dreams. I made it a point to not create many goals during this time, allowing myself the freedom to enjoy the present moment and engage in activities that bring me joy rather than stress. Embracing a simpler lifestyle has allowed me to cherish my family, friendships, and the quiet moments of life, which I now consider just as important, if not more so, than the achievements that once defined me.
My main goal at this age is to keep writing and blogging for as long as I can, enjoying every moment I get to share my thoughts and ideas. I want to explore topics that excite me and build a stronger connection with my audience while offering useful insights and experiences. Each post is not only a creative outlet but also a reflection of my journey, showcasing the lessons I’ve learned over the years. Writing is a key part of my identity, and I am dedicated to nurturing this passion, despite the challenges that come with age and health.
Sometime the best plans may not work.
Raina had always approached life with meticulous diligence, evident in her comprehensive personal emergency preparedness plan. Residing alone in a rustic cabin on the precarious edge of Roaring Fork Valley, a region perpetually threatened by wildfires, she had developed a thorough strategy for crisis management: a meticulously packed go-bag containing vital supplies, a clearly delineated evacuation route, and a battery-operated radio for timely alerts. When the wildfire ignited in the hills in 2025, Raina believed she was adequately prepared. Unfortunately, she was mistaken.
It began with a sudden lightning strike at midnight, igniting the parched forest into a raging inferno. By 2 a.m., her radio emitted a crackling evacuation order as smoke infiltrated her home. Raina swiftly gathered her go-bag—prepared with water, sustenance, and a first-aid kit—and entered her aging sedan. Her strategy was straightforward: navigate the back road to the highway, then proceed to the community shelter located 10 miles away. She had practiced this plan numerous times.
The initial setback was immediate. The side road, a constricted dirt path chosen to evade the congestion of the main road, lay obstructed by a fallen pine, its branches ensnared from a recent storm. Raina’s strategy had not anticipated such impediments; she had presumed the route would remain unobstructed. Lacking the necessary tools to clear the tree, she retreated, her heart racing, as flames flickered ominously on the ridge.
Her backup route was the main road, but it had devolved into chaos. Vehicles clogged the two lanes, their horns blaring and engines stalled, as anxious residents abandoned their homes. Raina’s strategy hinged on a swift exit, but she had not foreseen this gridlock. The radio, now her sole connection to the outside world, began to falter—its new batteries depleted alarmingly fast under incessant use. The county’s alert system, reliant on a solitary cell tower, had failed, leaving her in the dark concerning the fire’s trajectory.
Raina’s next step was the shelter; however, upon her arrival, she was met with utter chaos. The community center, designed to accommodate 500 people, was overwhelmed with 800 individuals. She had anticipated finding food and water, yet all supplies had been depleted. The rations in her go-bag were sufficient for merely one day, not the three she would require. The shelter’s generator failed, casting the building into darkness. Raina, who depended on a portable oxygen concentrator due to her mild COPD, observed the battery level steadily deplete. She had not accounted for the possibility of power outages.
With no cell service and no means to summon assistance, Raina confronted a dire decision: endure the confines of an overcrowded shelter or venture onto smoke-obscured roads. Ultimately, she opted to remain, yet the encroaching fire soon became a stark reality. Her strategy had failed to consider the ferocity of a wind-driven inferno and the absence of timely state support, which was hampered by other concurrent blazes. By dawn, her cabin lay in ruins, and Raina narrowly escaped with her life.
Huddled in a Red Cross tent days later, Raina had an epiphany about her grand plan: relying on clear roads was like trusting a cat to stay off the counter, her supplies were as limited as a squirrel’s attention span, and backup systems? Well, they were about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. Sure, she had survived, but her confidence in her own preparedness had gone up in smoke—cue the dramatic music. It seemed like rebuilding would require a total reboot, maybe even a crash course on “How Not to Be a Disaster.”
Goes to show, the best plans may not always work.
The Decline of a Two-Party System: Power, Politics, and Unelected Influence
This is an opinion piece. For a long time I have felt this disgust from what I have seen from politicians, the news media and individual comments. Therefore, I felt it is time for me to vent and get it off my chest.
The United States has long prided itself on its two-party political system, a structure that has defined its democracy for over a century. The Democratic and Republican parties have historically served as the primary vehicles for political discourse, policy-making, and governance. However, the dynamics of this system have shifted dramatically in recent years, leading to a growing sentiment that the U.S. is no longer a true two-party country. Instead, the political landscape is increasingly characterized by one party acting with unchecked authority while the other postures without delivering meaningful opposition. Even more concerning is the rise of powerful unelected officials who appear to wield disproportionate control over the nation’s direction, undermining the democratic process.
The notion of a two-party system implies a balance of power, where competing ideologies engage in robust debate, compromise, and accountability to the electorate. Yet, this balance has eroded. One party—whether Democratic or Republican, depending on the context—often pushes its agenda with little regard for opposition or public sentiment. This is facilitated by a combination of political dominance in key institutions, media alignment, and strategic maneuvering that sidelines dissenting voices. Policies are enacted, executive actions are taken, and cultural shifts are engineered, often with minimal resistance. The opposing party, meanwhile, frequently engages in performative gestures—grand speeches, symbolic votes, or social media campaigns—that create the illusion of action without producing tangible results. This dynamic leaves voters frustrated, feeling that their concerns are ignored or that the system is rigged against them.
The root of this dysfunction lies not only with elected officials but also with the growing influence of unelected power structures. Bureaucrats, corporate leaders, tech moguls, and other non-elected figures have amassed significant control over policy and public life. Within the federal government, career officials in agencies like the Department of Justice, the FBI, or the CDC often shape policy outcomes through regulatory decisions, selective enforcement, or public health mandates that bypass the legislative process. These unelected actors operate with little accountability, insulated from the democratic mechanisms that govern elected representatives. For example, regulatory agencies can issue rules with the force of law, yet these decisions are often made by individuals who face no electoral consequences.
The corporate and tech sectors further exacerbate this trend. Tech giants, for instance, influence public discourse by controlling information flow, censoring content, or amplifying certain narratives, effectively shaping political outcomes without ever appearing on a ballot. Similarly, corporate lobbying ensures that economic policies often prioritize private interests over the public good. These unelected forces—whether in government, media, or industry—create a shadow governance structure that operates beyond the reach of voters, eroding the democratic foundation of the two-party system.
This imbalance has profound implications. When one party acts unilaterally and the other fails to mount effective opposition, the checks and balances inherent in a two-party system collapse. When unelected officials hold sway, the will of the people is sidelined. The result is a growing distrust in institutions, as citizens feel increasingly powerless to influence their government. Restoring a functional two-party system requires not only reinvigorating political competition but also addressing the unchecked power of unelected elites. Without such reforms, the U.S. risks drifting further from its democratic ideals, leaving its citizens with a government that serves the few rather than the many.
A Journey to Eternal Peace: Embracing Death
I am over eighty and I have never experienced peace, total peace until my near-death experience over 2 1/2 years ago. During that time, I thought I had truly died, entering into a realm that was completely unknown to me. It was a surreal moment, where I felt as though I was floating, detached from all earthly worries and burdens. I experienced peace, total peace—a profound feeling that enveloped me like a warm blanket, soothing every anxiety and fear I had ever known. It was a divine sense of tranquility that seemed utterly unreachable in my everyday life, an oasis I had long yearned for. Since that extraordinary episode, I’ve often found myself reflecting on that moment of blissful serenity, realizing I have not experienced it again since the medical personnel revived me, returning me to the chaos of existence and the challenges that come with aging.
I don’t believe I will find peace until my time on earth is done. Life has been full of challenges, causing moments of doubt and fear. However, I have let go of my worries about death; I accept that existence is what it is. I am prepared for the inevitable, knowing it’s a natural part of life. I trust that whatever comes next will continue my journey, helping me find comfort in the idea of peace, total peace beyond this life.
Military Bonds: Unbreakable Camaraderie
Military personnel make significant sacrifices, including risking their lives, to protect their country and its values. Their dedication leaves a lasting impact on society as they face physical dangers and emotional challenges. This commitment extends to their families, who also sacrifice by dealing with uncertainty during deployments. Their loyalty and selflessness remind us of the true costs of freedom and security, inspiring future generations to appreciate the ideals for which they fight. Such sacrifices deserve our respect and gratitude, forming the foundation of a nation that values liberty and justice for all.
Military actions influence world events, from wars that change borders to peacekeeping missions that provide stability and aid. Key moments, like D-Day or the fall of the Berlin Wall, are remembered and significantly affect politics for years. The effects of these actions go beyond the battlefield, forming new alliances and changing national identities, as communities unite around their conflict experiences. Stories of courage, sacrifice, and resilience arise, offering lessons for future generations about the value of diplomacy and the impacts of war.
The bonds formed in the military through shared challenges and teamwork lead to lasting memories for service members, often seen as unique compared to civilian life. These relationships, built under pressure, create a strong sense of camaraderie that goes beyond ordinary friendships. Service members depend on each other not only for mission support but also for emotional strength during difficult times. Together, they face the demands of military life, from tough training to the unpredictability of deployment, which deepens their connection. This experience builds a strong trust and loyalty, enabling them to support each other in ways that are hard to find elsewhere. This bond is very difficult to explain to anyone that has not had any military experience.
The military shapes culture through traditions, discipline, and values such as duty and honor, which are reflected in art, literature, and ceremonies. These aspects influence the identity of service members and extend into society, creating a sense of patriotism and community. The sacrifices of military life are celebrated in various artistic forms, inspiring poets, authors, and filmmakers. Memorials and parades help pass these values to future generations, reminding civilians of the sacrifices for freedom and security. Additionally, the military’s influence reaches education and civic life, where discussions on ethics, leadership, and teamwork highlight the principles learned in military training. By blending with civilian life, the military fosters respect for its role in shaping national values and heritage.
The Importance of Daily Blood Thinning Medication
My blood thinning medication has been a vital part of my health regimen. They did a number on me 2 1/2 years ago, and since then, I have made it a priority to consistently take the medication on a daily basis, as prescribed by my doctor. This commitment not only helps reduce the risk of blood clots but also plays a crucial role in maintaining my overall cardiovascular health. Adhering to this routine allows me to manage my condition more effectively and ensures that I remain active and engaged in my daily life.
Also, I make sure to stuff my pockets with keys and a couple of dollars, because you never know when you’ll need to bribe someone or unlock a particularly stubborn door! The coins jingle like a tiny orchestra, giving me a false sense of security, but hey, at least I am equipped for any crises that might pop up—like an unexpected snack attack! With my jingly treasure, I step out, ready to tackle whatever wild escapades the day has in store for me.
Daily writing prompt
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
A Path to Fulfillment
My main point is to stress the importance of being yourself, as embracing your true identity leads to a more fulfilling life. When people express their genuine selves, they often experience more happiness and stronger connections with others, which fosters trust and understanding. Being true to oneself also promotes personal growth, allowing individuals to chase their passions without societal pressures. In a world where conformity often overshadows individuality, it’s essential to celebrate diversity and encourage everyone to shine in their own unique way.
I have spent maybe two thirds of my life trying to be somebody that I am not. You may believe this or not, but one day I was taking a walk around the greenbelt near our home, which is a tranquil place filled with the rustling sounds of nature and the fresh scent of a small creek. There was nobody around, and I was just having some silent time to my own, allowing my thoughts to drift and my mind to clear. Suddenly, this loud voice came out and spoke, breaking the peaceful silence of my surroundings. “Tom, stop trying to be somebody else, just be yourself! Your purpose in life is to be yourself!” Those words echoed in my mind, touching something deep within me. After that profound event, I made the conscious decision to just be myself, embracing my true identity with all its complexities and imperfections. Since that time, I have been at peace and am genuinely enjoying simply being myself. I even like myself, flaws and all. This is one significant and positive change I have made in my life, a breakthrough that has opened up new avenues of self-acceptance and fulfillment that I had never experienced before.
Where would I be if I spent most of my life just being myself?
Where would you find yourself if you permitted the full expression of your authentic self?
Daily writing prompt
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
Ryn Vael: Guardian of the Multiverse in Lumora
In this alternate universe, Earth is a mosaic of crystalline continents floating in a void of radiant mist. Humanity harnesses crystal energy to power cities and glimpse other realities.
Me, Ryn Vael, is a Crystal Seer, gifted with reading the multiversal echoes trapped in crystal shards.
The mist swirled around me, standing atop a crystal spire with Lumora glittering below. My cloak, made of micro-crystals, pulsed with light, reflecting my curious nature from a distant Earth. As a Crystal Seer, I interpreted visions from other universes and guided Lumora’s council through cosmic dangers. Today, a rogue crystal storm threatened the city’s energy core. My neural gauntlet hummed, connecting my mind to a glowing shard, overflowing with visions: a version of me as a painter, another as a starship pilot, each life a thread in the multiverse. This Ryn was bold, my sharp mind shaped by years of navigating chaos. “Focus, Ryn,” chirped Lume, my AI companion. “The storm is closing in.” I traced the shard’s patterns, sensing a surge of fear from a universe where crystals-controlled minds. My empathy steadied me. With careful gestures, I redirected the storm’s energy, harmonizing its chaotic echoes. The spire vibrated, then calmed, keeping Lumora safe. The council praised me, but a lingering vision showed me on a dusty Earth, curious about space stations, unaware of the stars. I smiled, wondering what that Ryn dreamed of. Back in my skypod, Lume hovered. “Another reality, huh?” it teased. I nodded, gazing at the mist. In this universe, I was a guardian of worlds, but the echo of that simpler me felt like a quiet, grounding melody.
I got lazy and AI wrote this.
Simms Steakhouse
This last April my wife and I decided to go Simms Steakhouse just west of Denver for our anniversary. It has a lot of history in Denver where one goes for special occasions, not just one of the run of the mill restaurants. The original name was Simms Landing and when ownership changed it was named Simms Steakhouse. It has been many years since we were there.
It really surprised us when we saw the prices on the menu. The price on the menu for steak or seafood was over sixty dollars a meal. We ended up with the cheapest item on the menu. I believe it was roasted chicken. Before this article I went to their website, and they do not even put prices on the menu. If they put prices there, I am sure it would discourage a lot of unsuspecting customers. It does have a beautiful view of the Denver skyline, but in my opinion that view is not worth the price of a meal. I am confident that we will never return very soon.
The meal for two was over $115.00 and that was no alcoholic drinks.
Daily writing prompt
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
Writers Block
Writer’s block is a condition where a writer struggles to produce new work, often feeling stuck, uninspired, or unable to generate ideas. It can manifest as difficulty starting, completing, or finding the right words for a piece, and may be caused by various factors like stress, self-doubt, perfectionism, lack of inspiration, or external pressures.
This is my current situation. After nearly twenty years of blogging, I find it increasingly challenging to discover new topics to explore. I have chronicled numerous events from my life, and I am exhausting compelling subjects. I am an ordinary individual, not someone who accomplishes extraordinary feats. I do not leap tall buildings or halt speeding bullets. I am simply who I am.
I have tried searching many writing prompts, and unfortunately, many do not motivate me to write about the topics presented. Often, I find that the themes are either too narrow, lacking in depth, or simply do not resonate with my personal interests and experiences. I’ve explored various sources hoping to discover something that sparks my creativity and ignites a passion for writing. However, it seems like a never-ending quest to find the right prompt that can truly inspire me and lead to a fulfilling writing experience.
Maybe it is the introduction of AI in my writings that has led to this unsettling feeling. Recently, I have used AI many times lately, experimenting with various tools and techniques to enhance my creative process. However, I am beginning to feel that it is not me who is truly writing anymore; instead, it seems as though my authentic voice is being overshadowed by algorithms and machine-generated suggestions. This has raised questions in my mind about the essence of creativity and individuality in an age where technology can mimic human thought. I find myself longing for the raw, organic flow of ideas that used to come so naturally, all while wondering if I can reclaim my unique perspective amid the growing influence of artificial intelligence.
Maybe it is the discomfort I am experiencing in my right hip for over two months, a persistent ache that has begun to affect my daily activities and overall quality of life. The doctors say it is arthritic degeneration, a term that feels daunting when I consider what it implies for my future. Examination showed that my hip joints are ok, which is a relief, yet the source of my discomfort remains elusive. Despite my efforts with exercises and physical therapy, which I approach with hope and determination, there has not been much change; the stiffness and discomfort linger, casting a shadow over my optimism. I am beginning to think my age is catching up with me and this is something I will have to accept, yet I refuse to let it define me completely. I find myself reflecting on the importance of staying active and engaging in life, even as I navigate the reality of this new limitation.
Maybe I just need to take a break for a while and see if that helps. Writing is becoming more like a job than a task that I have enjoyed throughout the last 20 years. Is burnout raising its ugly head like it did 20 years ago when I retired from the working world? I find myself struggling to put words on the page, feeling pressured by deadlines and expectations rather than inspired by creative impulses. Perhaps stepping away for a bit will allow me to rediscover that initial passion and joy I once felt, helping me to break free from this cycle of stress and regain my enthusiasm. It’s important to remember that creativity often flourishes in moments of rest and reflection, and I hope that this time away will renew my spirit and reignite my love for the craft.
Therefore, that is where I am at the moment. I am just going to wait and see what direction I end up going. Life has a way of taking unexpected turns, and sometimes I find myself pondering what the future holds for me. Oh, I wrote this at 4 in the morning, a time when the world is still and my thoughts seem to flow more freely. I do not have any problem going to sleep; however, my problem is staying asleep after 3 or 4 hours of sleep, then I often wake up feeling restless and unable to return to sleep. Perhaps I need to explore some methods to calm my mind and body, to create a more restful atmosphere that will allow me to drift into a deeper sleep without interruption. Only time will tell the direction I end up going.
Ramblings Magazine Issue #15
Exploring Life After Death
Yes, I am curious about the time when one is finished with their time on earth. As a senior over eighty years of age, I often find myself reflecting on the journey I have taken throughout my life. I have had a good life, filled with a plate full of experiences, joys, and challenges, and I have accepted the fact that more days have passed than the ones ahead of me. Over two years ago, I experienced a near-death event that forever changed my perspective. During that harrowing period, after I thought I had died, I experienced PEACE, TOTAL PEACE! It was an indescribable feeling of serenity and contentment, one that I have never felt in my life and have never been able to replicate after I was revived. In that stillness, all my worries and fears melted away, leaving only a profound sense of calm and wholeness. Now, I am curious: is that feeling a permanent state of existence after our time on this earth comes to an end? Does that deep sense of peace accompany us on our journey beyond life on earth?
Reflecting on 500 Posts
This is my 500th post on WordPress. I do not know whether that number is a major accomplishment or not, but it certainly feels significant to me. It is exciting to reflect on this journey and all the experiences I’ve gained along the way. Ten years ago, I never imagined that I would have 500 posts published, each one capturing moment of inspiration, learning, and growth. Every word I’ve shared has been a piece of my story, creating a tapestry of thoughts that I’ve woven together over the years. The challenges I faced and the triumphs I’ve celebrated through this platform have shaped not just my writing skills, but my understanding of myself and the world around me.
I have had this site since 2009, a 16 year-long journey that has seen significant changes and growth. I started this site after the local newspaper, Rocky Mountain News, shuttered their doors, leaving a void in the community for local voices to be heard. In 2002, I began blogging on their website, yourhub.com, where I found a platform to share my thoughts and experiences with others. However, when their blog site became unusable, I sought out new opportunities and enrolled in WordPress, which has provided me with the versatility and reach I needed to continue my passion for writing. After my near-death experience in February 2023, I gained a renewed perspective on life, and this profound event has driven me to become even more active in blogging here, sharing not just my experiences, but also inspiration and insights for others who may be navigating their own challenges.
This has been an exciting experience for me, and I hope I will be able to continue this adventure for many more years.
The First Cup: A Morning Ritual
July 31, 2025, this morning started, like most, with the gentle sound of my coffee maker, my reliable friend in the quiet. Outside, the world was slowly waking up, with the sky showing soft peach and gray hues, but in my kitchen, the day had already begun with the promise of that first cup. There’s something special about it—a simple ritual that feels important.
I added the coffee grounds, to the filter. The smell filled the air even before brewing began, waking up my senses. As the machine made noise, I leaned on the counter, still half-asleep, feeling the excitement build. That first sip? It’s more than coffee. It’s a comforting moment, a warm hug in a mug, steadying me before the day begins.
Today, the coffee was perfect—not too bitter, not too weak. I took it black, savoring the way it coated my tongue with a subtle, earthy warmth. I stood by the window, mug in hand, watching a neighbor walk their dog. The world felt small and manageable in that moment, as if the steam rising from my cup carried away any lingering grogginess or doubt.
Social media buzzed with the usual mix of news and memes, but I barely glanced at my phone. The coffee demanded my full attention, a rare moment of mindfulness in a world that’s always shouting. I thought about how this simple act—brewing, pouring, sipping—connects me to millions of others who start their day the same way. It’s a universal language, a shared heartbeat of mornings everywhere.
The defining moment today was the quiet. No emails, no notifications, just me and the mug. I noticed the faint ring of coffee stains inside it, a testament to countless mornings before this one. It felt like a badge of consistency, proof that some things stay steady even as the world shifts.
As I drained the last drop, I felt ready—not just awake, but ready. The first cup isn’t just fuel; it’s a signal that I’m here, present, and capable of taking on whatever July 31, 2025, has in store. Tomorrow, I’ll do it again, chasing that same fleeting magic. Maybe I’ll try a new blend or add a splash of cream, but the ritual will hold steady—a small anchor in the ebb and flow of life. *
What’s your morning ritual? Does coffee start your day, or is there another moment that sets the tone?
Understanding the Essence of Love
This is one of the many thoughts that enters my mind, and I wonder “what is love?” Yes, I am happily married and have spent over 40 years with my wife Dee, sharing countless memories, laughter, and even challenges that have strengthened our bond. However, I wonder, just what exactly is love? Is it merely a word we use, or is it something deeper, an emotion that weaves through the fabric of our lives, connecting us in ways we often take for granted? As I reflect on the little moments, from our quiet evenings together to the adventures we’ve embarked on, I find myself contemplating the ever-evolving nature of love, the way it grows and transforms as we journey through life together.
The idea that you need to love yourself before you can love others suggests that self-love is a foundation for healthy relationships. This concept emphasizes that cultivating a positive relationship with yourself can significantly influence your interactions with others. It’s rooted in the belief that your relationship with yourself sets the tone for how you connect with others, shaping the way you express affection, set boundaries, and engage in communication. When you value and accept yourself, you are more likely to offer genuine kindness to those around you, fostering deeper emotional connections. Consequently, self-love not only enhances your well-being but also enables you to create nurturing environments where reciprocity thrives, ultimately leading to more fulfilling and harmonious relationships in your life.
The phrase “you need to love yourself before you can love others” highlights the importance of self-acceptance as a cornerstone for healthy, fulfilling relationships. While it’s not an absolute rule—since love is complex and can manifest in many ways—it underscores that self-love enhances your ability to give and receive love authentically. By valuing yourself, you create a stable foundation for empathy, respect, and mutual growth in relationships. However, self-love and love for others often develop together, each reinforcing the other in a dynamic cycle.
Religious groups say you should love your enemies, emphasizing the belief that love is a powerful force capable of transforming relationships and healing wounds. This teaching challenges individuals to rise above hatred and resentment, encouraging them to see the humanity in those who oppose or harm them. The act of loving one’s enemies not only fosters forgiveness but also promotes peace within communities, as it breaks the cycle of hatred and retaliation. By embracing this principle, believers can cultivate compassion, understanding, and respect, ultimately contributing to a more harmonious society.
This brings up another question. The definition of love. I asked the AI in my toolbox and this the definition.
Love is a complex, multifaceted emotion involving deep affection, attachment, or care for someone or something. It can manifest as romantic passion, familial bond, platonic friendship, or self-love, often accompanied by feelings of warmth, comfort, and commitment. Philosophically, love might be seen as an act of will, choosing to prioritize another’s well-being, while biologically, it’s tied to chemical processes like oxytocin release. Context shapes its expression—cultural norms, personal experiences, and intent all influence its meaning. No single definition captures it fully; it’s both universal and deeply subjective.
With all this information, I find myself still confused by the concept of love. Nevertheless, I have faith that my heart will lead me through each circumstance, determining whether what I feel qualifies as love or not. Love is a deep feeling of affection, care, or connection that varies by person and situation, guiding your heart to know what’s true in each moment.
Typical Day
Typical day for a man in their senior years. I arose at 7:15 in the morning, which is a bit later than usual, as I normally arise between 7 and 8 in the morning. However, that doesn’t mean I just awoke; I typically awake between 4:30 and 5:30 in the morning, allowing myself precious moments of solitude to meditate and reconcile my thoughts before the day begins. This quiet time helps me center myself and prepare for whatever lies ahead. After my meditation, I make it a point to get up by 7, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. The first thing I do is take my dose of blood thinner medication with a full glass of water, which is crucial for maintaining my health. I adhere to this schedule diligently, taking my medication once in the morning and again at 7 in the evening, ensuring that I remain vigilant about my well-being as I navigate my senior years.
Every day is Saturday for me. No deadlines, no pressure, and I do anything I want to do for the day, whether it’s enjoying a leisurely breakfast with a steaming cup of coffee, diving into a good book that has been gathering dust or embarking on spontaneous adventures exploring the beauty of the outdoors. This freedom allows me to embrace creativity and indulge in blogging and hobbies I’ve always wanted to pursue. The possibilities are endless, and I relish in the joy of living life on my own terms, crafting each moment to be fulfilling and meaningful.
An Elder’s Blogging Adventure
“Hi! I’m Tom, an 83-year-old who’s found a second wind in blogging. I’m hooked on sharing stories from my life—everything from raising kids in the ’70s to my take on today’s world. I’m curious, a bit stubborn, and always ready to learn something new. When I’m not glued to my keyboard, I’m tending my flowers or spending time with my wife over breakfast, lunch, supper, or snacks.”
How a Near-Death Experience Shaped My Nickname
The story behind my nickname is a remarkable medical near-death experience that unfolded over two and one-half years ago. During that critical time, I found myself facing a gigantic blood clot situated between my lungs, a condition that not only posed a severe threat to my life but also led to an overwhelming array of emotions. After doing extensive research on this alarming diagnosis, I discovered that the survival rate for this particular illness was a staggering low of just 3 to 5%. It was a harsh reality to confront, but against all odds, I was fortunate enough to be among that small percentage of survivors. This experience profoundly shaped my perspective on life, instilling in me a sense of resilience and a deeper appreciation for each moment. The nickname of TomT2.0 I carry today serves as a reminder of my journey, the struggles I overcame, and the strength I found within myself during one of the most challenging times of my life.
After learning that my survival beat the odds of death, I found myself at a profound crossroads in my life. I began to think, “Is there some reason that I was given this bonus time on earth?” This question lingered in my mind, encouraging me to reflect on the purpose of my existence and the experiences that had shaped me. The only conclusion I could surmise was that perhaps I should share my experiences, thoughts, and feelings with anyone willing to listen or read. It was during this period of introspection that I reenergized my WordPress blogging site, changing my nickname to TomT2.0 to symbolize my renewed sense of purpose and identity. Since then, I have immersed myself in crafting narratives that reflect my journey, capturing the wisdom I’ve accumulated over the years. I am now getting close to posting 500 stories that detail my experiences throughout over eighty years of life, touching on everything from treasured memories to valuable lessons learned, as well as my candid comments about various topics that pique my interest. Each post is not just a story; it’s a testament to resilience and a celebration of the extraordinary aspects of an ordinary life.
Is this what I am supposed to do with this bonus time? I predict I will not know until my time on this earth is over.
Sleep, Diet, and Mindset Leads to a Healthy Lifestyle.
My strategy is to keep regular sleeping hours, as I believe that sufficient rest is crucial for maintaining overall health and mental clarity. I also make an effort to eat close to the same time every day, which helps regulate my metabolism and keeps my energy levels stable throughout the day. Alongside this, I am mindful of my daily carb intake, ensuring that I consume balanced meals that provide the right nutrients without excessive sugar. Additionally, I recognize the importance of physical activity in my routine and do need to get more exercise than I currently do; incorporating activities like walking, jogging, or yoga could greatly enhance my fitness and well-being in the long run.
Also, I try to stay away from anything that would make me feel guilty, as I believe that guilt can weigh heavily on one’s conscience and hinder personal growth. I find it essential to cultivate a mindset that prioritizes positivity and self-acceptance; therefore, I consciously choose activities and environments that uplift me and foster a sense of well-being. By avoiding situations that provoke guilt, I am better able to focus on my goals and maintain harmony within myself, ultimately leading to a more fulfilling and joyful life.
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Cherishing Moments: Love and Memories Beyond Travel
I am over eighty, and although I have no travel plans at the moment, I find joy in the small things that life offers each day. While my friends share stories of distant lands and adventures, I appreciate the comfort of my home, filled with cherished memories and the love of my wife, family and friends.
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Reviving Family Values in Modern Society
If I had a magic wand, I would change modern society to being more family oriented, where the values of togetherness and nurturing are at the forefront. To me, it appears that more and more young people are opting not to get married and are forgoing the idea of creating families of their own. This shift is particularly concerning as the tradition of family living, which once served as the cornerstone of our communities, seems to be disappearing in this society. I hear more and more young women stating that they do not want to have children, expressing their desire for independence and career advancement over traditional familial roles. What happened to the maternal instincts that were once so prevalent is beyond me; it feels as if we are losing something fundamental. The joys of family life, the bonds that are formed, and the lessons passed down through generations are at risk of being forgotten. It is vital that we address these changes and encourage a culture that cherishes and supports the family unit, allowing future generations to experience the love and security that comes from being part of a family.
I am meeting more women beyond childbearing age that are single and childless, with no immediate ties to any kind of family structure. Many of them seem to embrace their independence, pursuing careers, traveling, and engaging in hobbies that enrich their lives. However, a lingering thought crosses my mind: I wonder when these women age and find themselves in need of dependent care, who will they turn to for support and companionship? In a society that often prioritizes family units, it raises the question of what safety nets exist for those who may not have children or close relatives to rely on. Will community resources step in to fill the gaps, or will there be a growing sense of isolation among this demographic? It’s a critical consideration as we reflect on the societal structures that provide care and connection in later life, aiming to ensure that no one faces this stage alone.
If I ever receive my magic wand that is what I would change about modern society
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Why I Love Blogging
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Here are some reasons why I enjoy blogging.
Blogging lets me expand my thoughts, ideas, and personality into words, giving me a creative outlet to share stories or perspectives in my unique voice. This platform serves not only as a medium for self-expression but also as a canvas where I can explore new concepts, engage with diverse topics, and connect with others who resonate with my experiences. Through the written word, I am able to reflect on my journey, articulate my passion, and inspire readers by weaving narratives that encapsulate both my struggles and triumphs. By sharing these reflections, I foster a sense of community, inviting others to join in the conversation and contribute their own insights, ultimately enriching the dialogue and broadening the perspectives presented.
Blogging allows me to inspire or inform others about a wide range of subjects. My theme is “Comments About Anything,” which gives me the freedom to explore diverse topics without restriction. You never know what area I will focus on in my blogging, whether it be insightful commentary on current events, tips for personal growth, or reflections on everyday life. This unpredictability keeps both me and my readers engaged, as each post presents a new opportunity for discovery and discussion. I aim to spark curiosity and provoke thought, connecting with my audience through my unique perspective on various issues and experiences that resonate with us all.
Writing regularly helps me reflect on my experiences, which can be deeply satisfying. Each time my fingers to the keyboard, I am reminded of the lessons I’ve learned and the emotions I’ve felt. What I have experienced may help someone in the future to make a wise decision, providing them with insights to navigate their own journey. These reflections not only offer clarity to my thoughts but also create a record of my growth and understanding over time. By sharing my stories and insights, I hope to inspire others, allowing them to glean wisdom from my challenges and triumphs, and encouraging them to embrace their own unique paths with confidence.
Blogging can be a therapeutic way for me to process emotions, vent frustrations, and document my life’s journey. Through writing, I can articulate my thoughts and feelings that often feel overwhelming when kept inside. Each post becomes not just a reflection of my current state but also a means of exploring the complexities of my experiences and the lessons I’ve learned along the way. In sharing my stories, I foster a sense of connection with others who may resonate with my struggles or triumphs, and this sense of community further enhances the healing process. It allows me to look back and see how far I’ve come, reminding me of the resilience I possess and the beauty that exists even in challenging times.
Blogging often inspires me to research new topics, or experiment with tools like SEO or design, which can be intellectually stimulating. Each post can open up a world of new ideas and insights, pushing me to delve deeper into various subjects. I am very interested in artificial intelligence (AI) and yes, AI is now in my toolbox. This technology fascinates me with its potential to revolutionize industries, streamline processes, and enhance creativity in ways we are just beginning to explore. The more I learn about AI, the more I am eager to integrate it into my blogging practice, using it to optimize content and engage my audience in innovative ways.
Finally, it keeps my mind active, and I find myself spending many hours blogging in my retirement years, which has become one of my greatest passions. I enjoy exploring various topics, sharing my thoughts and experiences, and connecting with others through the written word. Each post is a chance to dive deep into subjects I love, allowing me to express my creativity and indulge in my love for storytelling. I just love blogging, as it not only offers me a platform to reflect on my life but also fosters a sense of community and belonging with fellow writers and readers.
Selfishness and Self-Care
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Selfishness is like that friend who always insists on sitting in the front seat without considering who else is in the car; it’s all about prioritizing your own needs and wants as if you’re the star of a one-person show. Sure, self-preservation is a human instinct, but sometimes it goes overboard, like wearing sunglasses at night and completely ignoring the people around you. From friendships to the office, selfishness sneaks in like a cat on a countertop, leading to a dramatic decrease in empathy. When everyone is busy chasing their own fun, it’s like accidentally stepping on each other’s toes while doing the cha-cha, resulting in a chaotic dance of tension and conflict. It’s great to treat yourself like a VIP, but getting too caught up in your own circus can really turn the whole community into a three-ring disaster!
Selfishness is like that pesky cousin of self-interest that we all invite to the survival party, right? Sure, it keeps us mentally and physically sprightly, but when it starts hoarding snacks or pulling mind tricks like a magician gone rogue, it can really throw a wrench in relationships and teamwork—trust and good communication start to vanish faster than free pizza! Honestly, this kind of behavior doesn’t just ruin the fun for the people involved; it’s like a bad movie that’s creating a sequel of societal chaos, where competition smothers cooperation. Usually, fear, insecurity, or that moment when you realize you’ve run out of snacks pushes folks to act all selfish y, trying to shield their precious little selves. Some folks think it’s a smart move in competitive games, but spoiler alert—it can leave you feeling like a lone wolf who forgot to pack a picnic! That’s why we really need to strike a humorous balance between looking out for number one and spreading a little love to the rest of the pack.
Altruism is like that friend who always insists on paying for dinner but secretly hopes you’ll offer dessert in return – it’s all about putting others first, but let’s be honest, it feels pretty good to feel like a superhero, right? While most of us have the best intentions (like Mother Teresa on a sugar high), it’s tough to sort out the genuine selflessness from the warm fuzzy feelings that come with it. Philosophers like Ayn Rand argued that rational selfishness is basically a cheat sheet for success and progress, suggesting that pursuing our own bliss while helping others is the ultimate life hack. She believed that doing what benefits us could actually spark more innovation than a caffeine-fueled brainstorming session. Of course, some critics think that this whole individualism gig could turn us into hermits more concerned about our Netflix queues than our neighbors, warning that we might trade community hugs for personal trophies. The real challenge here? Finding that sweet spot where our dreams can coexist with the warm and fuzzy connections that keep us from turning into a society of self-absorbed cats.
Context is key—being a bit selfish in a crisis (like diving for the last lifeboat) is a whole different ball game compared to your average day when you might just ignore a friend’s plaintive cries for help with their math homework. When survival is on the line, it’s like your inner caveman takes over, and you might just tackle someone for that last slice of pizza. These situations highlight the wild rollercoaster of human behavior and that pesky survival instinct, which can sometimes kick social norms right in the shins. Most folks’ juggle self-interest and altruism like a circus act, influenced by everything from their upbringing to the latest trends on social media. Our backgrounds shape our crisis-mode responses versus our everyday antics; for instance, someone raised in a collectivist culture might prioritize the group’s well-being over their own, even if it means giving up dessert. Individual experiences also play a starring role in our decision-making, proving that selfishness and selflessness are basically dancing a tango, always dependent on the situation.
A reader may wonder how I came up with this topic. Recently a friend of mine said, “don’t be so selfish,” which struck a chord and made me reflect deeply on the nature of my actions. This made me think, “what is selfishness?” I went to my AI assistant and asked it to explain selfishness. After carefully analyzing the response and considering various perspectives on egoism and altruism, I realized there are many shades to this concept that I hadn’t fully appreciated before. I thought I would share these insights with others who might benefit from them. In conclusion, I am just going to continue being myself, embracing my uniqueness and flaws. I am not going to try to change but rather remain open to growth while accepting who I am at my core.
The Gift and Burden of an Intuitive Internal Clock
My internal clock is unyielding, a constant mechanism that never misses a beat. While others depend on watches or phone alarms, my body and mind are tuned to an instinctive sense of time, as if a cosmic metronome is keeping me aligned with the universe. A steady awareness that remains, even in the quietest nights.
This heightened sense of time shapes my life in both meaningful and strange ways, helping me to experience moments more fully than usual. This perspective not only affects my everyday decisions but also deepens my relationships, encouraging me to cherish each interaction and notice the details around me. Consequently, I move through life with a purpose, recognizing that every moment is a precious gift, both delicate and full of possibilities. My near-death experience two and a half years ago made me more aware that every moment is a precious gift.
Yet, this gift comes with drawbacks. There’s no escaping time. it never slows down. I’m constantly reminded of time’s steady march, pushing me to make the most of each moment. Unlike others who chase time, I feel trapped by it, always in sync with its relentless flow. My biological clock never takes a break, tied to the invisible rhythm that controls us all.
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