Blog Shmog

There was a king who had one son who obsessed with martial arts. The King dreamt one night that his son would be killed by a lion. Afraid that his dream would one day come true, he built a huge palace of which he dressed with lots of painted animals, including a life sized lion. When the son saw this he screamed out "You detestable creature! It is because of you showing yourself in a lying dream of my fathers that I am now shut up forever like a criminal!" He stretched out to grab a stick to beat the lion with not noticing that it was covered in thorns. He was pricked by one thorn, which immediately infected his finger. The son died from this injury just days later...

We had better bear our troubles bravely than try to escape them.

Those who know me know that I have lots to say... My best friend said to me "You should blog when you have some time..." When I told another of my close friends I was considering it, he said "I'm so excited already!" WHY???? Blog??? I mean... I used to blog... I never think I have much to say... I remember I used to keep a journal. I'd write in it everyday... Very therapeutic to say the least. But in this day and age, who uses pen and paper anymore? So yeah... here I am... Blogging... About? Hmmmm...

Lord knows I have a hell of a past. I keep lots inside. I allow my past experiences to dictate my future. But not in a bad way. In a learning type of way. Alot of the advice I give my friends come as a direct result of things I've been through. I dont just make up facts... I say "Well this is what happened to me, how I handled it, and what I think would be a better way to do it..." My FRIENDS know that I've been through alot... the closer ones know the details of my journey... so of course they know my advice is good, and from the heart. I judge no one and I look at everyone as a person. A human that makes mistakes. Nothing more or less. Regardless of who they are, what they've done, how much money they do or dont make, the amount of education, etc. Everyone has a heart, a set of lungs, a brain... much like myself... So who am I to judge?

I'd say my biggest flaw is that it's always been tough for me to follow my own advice. I find that I cower from my troubles. I hide them away in a palace and I pray that they'll go away. I've got a full ass closet. To the top. And it's getting crowded. So, I'll blog. Get myself into the mode of getting things off my chest. I'll be honest... and I'll get everything out before I prick my finger and it gets infected... so here we go!!!!!!!