Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful

If you could change your life...
If you had the chance to start things over...
Would you?
Erase all your mistakes.
Remove imperfections.
Delete all the bad memories.
Things could be different.
Life would be new.
You could make it yours.
Do things differently.
But when you think about it...
We learn from mistakes.
We grow from experiences.
We gain from relationships.
Life gives us lessons every single day.
It's a wonderful thing.
So why change it?
Why worry?
Your past is your past.
That cannot change.
It's a magnificent misfortune.
So look to the future.
And see where it leads you.
Life is beautiful.
It only happens once.
It's yours.
It's yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Live it.

There are times where I think, "What would have happened if I had/hadn't done this?"  Do you ever think that?  And then afterwards you wonder if things could have been better for you?  Sometimes then you think I wish I could change it.  Fix it.  Make things different.  What I did didn't go according to my plan.  Well, it's not under your control to make all those changes.  What you've got is it.  Make the best of it.  Look to your future because your past cannot be altered.  I often need to remind myself of that.

Do you remember the line from The Lion King?  Rafiki says, "The past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."  Wise words from a silly baboon.  Love that movie.

Anyway, the poem was kinda wordy.  But as I started typing up my rough draft, I kept adding and adding to it.  There just wasn't enough that could be said.  I hope you enjoyed it though!  Thanks for reading!

There once was a gnome...

There once was a gnome...

There once was a gnome
Who disliked his home
He wanted a place more cozy

He lived in a hole
With a mole and vole
They both were far too nosey

So the gnome set out
And made a new route
To find his perfect home

For to live with a vole
And mole in a hole
Was really too much for this gnome

He traveled on land
Till dirt turned to sand
And the sand turned into sea

And since he could not swim
His future seemed grim
Until he then saw a tree

So in a deep cleft
Of the branch on the left
The gnome was quite at ease

He had set up house
With a shrew and mouse
In the furrows of the trees


I think that this poem could use some work, but I liked the mental pictures I had in my head for this.  I could see possibly making it longer.  Maybe adding more situations where the gnome searches for new living quarters and roommates and finding himself in situations he dislikes.  So therefore, he has to keep moving from place to place until he finds another gnome (maybe a girl gnome?) to live with where he's happy.  I could probably change that from the mouse and shrew part, but I don't know how long I'd want to make that poem.  Hahaha.  To me that seems more like a story for a short children's book or something.  I do think that it would be cool to write a children's book of poems and things like that.  I'm just not sure if I'm quite there yet with some of my writing.  We'll see what all I do.  I still think I need some work for that before anything significant would ever happen.  :-P  I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading!

Pray For Oklahoma

I'm an Okie.  And I'm proud of it.  I love living in this part of the country.  I get to experience all four seasons.  Fall, winter, spring, and summer.  I live on a small acreage outside of Enid, Ok.  And I have cow pastures and wheat fields around me.  I love my home.  And my friends and family here have blessed me so much.  I couldn't imagine having it suddenly taken away from me.  Having my life completely change.  Recently there have been storms that have gone through and around the areas of Oklahoma City, Shawnee, Bethel, Moore, and El Reno.  These were storms that had deadly results and caused catastrophic damage.  I really feel for these people and I know that I couldn't imagine going through the events that have occurred recently.  And, I hope that I never have to.  But, I have this short little something that I thought that I would share.  I don't know if it's a poem that should really have a title or if it even needed one, but I think it's how we feel as Oklahomans.  We may be beaten and battered, but Oklahoma will always be home.

Things may be lost and broken.
Gone.
Missing forever.
Some things cannot be replaced.
Loved ones lost, who can't come home.
Now life is different.
But nothing will keep us down forever.
We are strong.
We are resilient.
We have faith.
And a hope to start over.
Loved ones will be remembered.
Things can be rebuilt and replaced.
Life can start again.
We can work together.
With prayer and determination.
This is where we live, and we are enduring.
We're proud to be in Oklahoma and a part of this state.
This is home.

With that being all said and done, find a charity or an organization and make a donation sometime.  Volunteer.  Do something to better someone else rather than yourself.  Here's some ideas: serving at a soup kitchen, picking up trash along the side of the road, donating to a thrift store, volunteer to walk/play with the cats and dogs at an animal shelter.  Just do something and get out there and help others.  And, I bet that you will actually feel good about it in the end too!