
There was a point in my life that I
believed I would never find my purpose in life.
Then I became so tired of all the
cruelty in this world. Tired of sitting back,
thinking there was nothing I could
do. That no one would listen to
just one person. Well, there is
something I can do, spread the word,
plant the seed and join the many
others who want the same things
I want for our animal friends. When
I was new to the internet I had
seen all I needed, concerning the
cruelty of animals. Animals are my
passion and I made the decision
that I'm going to help them the best I can,
keeping in mind that the less that
the more it's put off or the less that is
done the longer it will take for
the innocents to be free.
I live in New England and love the
season changes. I have a terrific life,
a bunch of kids (furry ones) and I
adore my family. I am extremely choosy
about my friends (which are few by
choice) but I am very close
to them as well. I write poetry,
poetry about everything.
A few of them are copywritten,
through the National Library of Poetry.
Some of you may know this
organization. No big deal but it sort of
gives one some pride in their
efforts.
There are people that think I am
arrogant and self important but I'm not.
I know myself and I know it's ok to
say "no".
I know that if someone asks me a
question they need to prepare
for the answer. If you don't want
to know, it's simple, don't ask.
I loathe the greediness of our
government and it fascinates me how
they have found so many ways to
steal from us...
thinking they are hidden ways.
Hell, we can't even have our social security
go to our beneficiary but that's
neither here nor there.
I've been told I need to seek help
due to a "chip on my shoulder".
The fact of the matter is I can't
and won't tolerate the way society
has become. There was a day when
folks would help one another.
They would bind together. They
would stand up with what is right and
act upon what is wrong. There was
consideration and kindness.
Today there is a large need for
self protection and acceptance.
Fears of what others will think of
them, fears of not being accepted.
perhaps not fitting in and fear of
being judged. Judged by beings who
haven't the right or the power to
judge anyone but themselves.
They have the need for attention
and are heartless in obtaining it.
So I need to seek help? Why? To
give in and be taught to accept the
way things are today? To be a part
of turning my back on how things can be?
I don't think so. I love life. I
love the wonderful part of society that cares.
The part of society who still has a
heart, and the part of society who is not
afraid of having their own opinion.
I love laughing with them and enjoying
this wonderful life we've been
given. I love talking with these people.
It is such a pleasure to know that
kindness and caring is not totally dead.
To know that some of society is
still very much alive.
To know that part of society still
loves.
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