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The Serenity Prayer

God (Life / Reality)
Grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time.
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.

Michael Dowd

I came across the Serenity prayer a long time ago. Post here: Serenity

This version I came across watching one of Michael’s videos. Here

We lost Michael Dowd a couple months back. I wonder if it is a thing with people named Michael leaving early.

RIP brother.

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So, is it working?

“Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the heart
until, in our own despair, against our will,
comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.”



Personally I would prefer replacing the word God with the word Life.

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Of Waiting…

“Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.”

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84


Haruki Murakami ~ Wikipedia

1Q84 ~ Wikipwdia

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Of wants and needs… recrudescing

A little over 12 years later, I reach here again…

It is comparatively much easier to fulfil one’s needs, than it is to even begin to fulfil one’s wants.

So… What do you need?

And… Do you really need that which you want??



Of wants and needs



Will Love set me free?

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way
We do it every day

Preachers on the podiums speaking the sayings
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape
Cursing my name

I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You could spend your whole life working for something
Just to have it taken away

People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing paychecks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking about nothing, not thinking ’bout death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath

People walk a tight rope on a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb, or a bullet or a pen
Or thought, or a word or a sentence

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
I don’t know why I say the things I say
But I say them anyway

But love will come, set me free
Love will come, set me free, I do believe
Love will come, set me free, I know it will
Love will come, set me free, yes

Prison walls still standing tall
Some things never change at all
Keep on building prisons, gonna fill them all
Keep on building bombs, gonna drop them all

Working your fingers bare to the bone
Breaking your back, make you sell your soul
Like a lung, it’s filled with coal
Suffocating slow

The wind blows wild and I may move
But politicians lie and I am not fooled
You don’t need no reason or a three piece suit
To argue the truth

The air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes
Chaos and commotion wherever I go
Love I try to follow

Love will come, set me free
Love will come, set me free, I do believe
Love will come, set me free, I know it will
Love will come, set me free, yes

There ain’t no reason things are this way
It’s how they’ve always been and they intend to stay
I can’t explain why we live this way
We do it every day


The Song ~ Ain’t No Reason
The Artist ~ Brett Dennen ~ Wikipedia


P.S. Oh Jack! Another year and still the same lack of surprise.

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The purpose…

The world is ending.
Definitely… maybe?

A human life is finite.

Be non judgemental.
Be kind.
Be happy.
Do what I love.

Live. Here. Now.


Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

R.D. Laing

Ode to Amber

As he walks into the gloom
He sees her sitting there in a corner
Sitting tight shining bright

She beckons to him
The deepest blues are black
Come here be with mi tonight

He holds her tight
Frets about fiddles
Not knowing what would be right

And she says…

Look into my eyes
Baby breath don’t fret
Hold mi tight

She whispers baby slide
Eyes shut he obeys
And she says it will be all right

The deepest blues are black
He feels her vibrate
Vibrate in his soul

She smiles he cries
As this body of lies falls away
And all that remains is light



Love is… Letting go!

Letting go…
Of the past,
Of the future.

Letting go…
Of fears and inhibitions,
Of notions of right and wrong.

Letting go…
Of yourself,
Of those that you love!


All I got is love,
I know it might not be enough…
But, all I got is love!


As I contemplate the completion of another trip around the sun, flying through time on this little rock of a spaceship. The vastness of it all overwhelms mi, once again for a moment I catch a glimpse of my insignificance, and yet, the most significant thing to mi is my being.

Thank you Life, I have had good teachers 🙂

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Memoirs of a student

Fuckups are the tuition fee we pay to stay enrolled in the school of life. A few graduate, most just keep paying the fee!


Cripples, bastards and broken things

Every year past the summer solstice they met, it was something of a ritual. They had known each other for many a years now, too many years to care about counting anymore. In years past there were occasions when one would hear them heatedly debating things of grave importance, speaking over each other, each trying to be louder than the other, like a murder of crows. But as the years had passed, leaving wrinkles in their wake, these occasions had turned more somber. Little left to debate about, comfortably silent in the company of a known other, they sat savouring the dragon flame.

“I am in love with broken things!”, declared the cripple to the bastard.

The bastard did not look up from his drink. He seemed engrossed in his contemplation of the dragon flame contained in a finely crafted cut glass. Given it’s odd concave shape, it should have qualified as a goblet but it did not have a stem. At any rate, a funny glass to be drinking whiskey out of, thought the cripple. While the bastard continued to slowly rotate the glass, silently marking the passage of time, who knows what went on in his head.

Looking for more of a reaction, the cripple raised his voice a notch, “I am in love with broken things!”

The bastard looked up, deep into the cripple’s eyes, perhaps his soul. Like the sweat that dripped from the glass, like the sound of ice cubes crumbling into the shimmering dragon flame, he spoke in a whisper dark.

“Old chap, you do realize, broken things often come with sharp edges.”

And the stemless goblet, it just kept rotating.



Game of Thrones ~ Game of Thrones

The Great Gatsby (2013 Film) ~ The Great Gatsby (2013 – Film)