Sure you can!

I am a small thing scurrying along in the rat race to reach my small piece of delight. Every one of us is the same. We are lined up, used, and then shoved off. In constant presentation, to be judged, to be rejected, or rejoiced. They are Jesus, and we’re the long line of sick people waiting to be healed by his holiness, if we’re lucky enough.

Hahaha…

I am going to keep going. I am going to move forward. I will make mistakes, but I will learn. I will respect myself today. I will keep the faith.

Who is Natasha?
I need to find out.
Quickly too.
Come to me Natasha of Three Sisters.
Show me the way to your being.

RIP Daul Kim

Goodbye getting to work late.

Goodbye depending too much on parents.

Goodbye spending money on things I don’t need.

Goodbye judging other people.

Goodbye interrupting people when they are talking.

Goodbye no exercise.

Goodbye critical me!!

Why are you so hard on me? Are you punishing me because you think I don’t do enough? I try my best. I give as much as I can. Do you regret the way you brought me up? You can’t blame me for that. And you should see me in a different light sometimes. Not always the stale servant of social expectations. The three words in your dictionary I am not going to learn; accountant, doctor, lawyer. I am not going to be a puppet of money.

“Let’s go back to myspace and you can twitter all over my facebook.”

Johnny’s got a pocketful of dreams -
it’s patched and there are cakecrumbs in the seams -
to you it may not be a lot
but all the treasure Johnny’s got,
he carries in his pocketful of dreams -
a beetle in a match box, a tiny piece of string,
some sealing wax and carpet tacks,
a bell that doesn’t ring -
When Johnny grows up to be a man,
into a world that’s tough,
he’ll soon be told his pocketful of dreams
won’t be enough -
but if he owns a great big car,
a swimming pool and yacht,
he’ll never be as happy
as the time when all he’s got
is a beetle in a match box, a tiny piece of string,
some sealing wax and carpet tacks,
a bell that doesn’t ring…..

“These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves. From each of them goes out its own voice… and just as the touch of a button on our set will fill the room with music, so by taking down one of these volumes and opening it, one can call into range the voice of a man far distant in time and space, and hear him speaking to us, mind to mind, heart to heart.”