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The Fool

An individual is a product of their environment. We are all, as well, a product of our gene make-up

Type casting is a human trait and is determined by a persons’ outward appearance and their social skills.

What is often forgotten is our individuality, or uniqueness, as a part of humanity and should be

celebrated and not criticized. The question now is do we listen to those who belittle and harass or do we

expose and challenge those individuals for who they really are. Fools is my take on that.

Thunder and Special

As a human being, part of nature, in a world with so many unique events; events we are unable to control. We should embrace those wonders with all our senses, this as we continue to learn how special our earth really is. The human wonder exists in this world. We must also realize how very special we are.

What I Am

Reflecting on some thoughts and coming to terms with your self being. In youth those ideals and goals you set out for yourself. At that time not realizing how much the external influences in life will

mold your decisions and possibly alter your path in life. A life that has finite time. There is a trade-off to be made between your passions and monetary success. Hereditary and acquired skills is part of that self awareness.

It would be wrong to think that your thoughts are totally unique to you alone. Sharing those thoughts with others will make you realize this. Being human has a certain consistency to it. The control of your emotional state of mind will determine your health, your ability to regenerate through rest/sleep. Building positive thought patterns and physical habits will allow your body and mind to deal/ function in a healthy way.

North Korea

My Fault

As a human being we all have weaknesses and some bother us more than others. I find writing down my thoughts helps me put it in perspective as well as heal that negative emotion within me. It will never correct missed opportunities, any injustices to others. It does help me, understand and accept who I am, become a better person. Just the fact that it bothered me showed me how important the people I have met in my life mean to me. The communicating to those my gratefulness for that special connection, was lacking in me. The poem is meant for those left to attempt that communication. Recorded in my mind I am able to relive those moments I shared with other souls, and become the richer for it.