People are pebbles too

(found draft from 3 months ago)

people are pebbles too                                                                                                                                              every action you take, every choice you make,                                                                                                sends ripples of effect through the pond of our reality                                                                                                           small acts, small ripples                                                                                                                                                 big acts, bigger ripples                                                                                                                what you do impacts other people  what they do, impacts you

what is your pebble doing right now?                                                                                                                   is it sending ripples of love, compassion,                                                                                                                          and courage throughout our pond,                                                                                                             or is it sending out ripples of envy, anger, and fear?                                                                                        how would you like your pebble to behave?

pressing on

head against the window

Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can

my epitaph

Late Fragment

Raymond Carver

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

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“The word “beloved” is important here as it not only means dearly loved, but also cherished and respected. I admire its simplicity and its poignancy. There is no measure of irony or artifice in it. There is also an underlying sense of celebration — this, in the affirmative “I did” and in the realization that when all is said and done, to call oneself beloved and to feel oneself beloved (a kind of proof) is enough. it seems like an affirmation of love, of belonging, and of wholeness of self, rather than vanity or pride.”