Lottery Dreams

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The lottery, a fleeting fantasy of many

A money scheme infiltrating the veins of society

If I could win, I’d be set for life

Or maybe not, and bad things would be ripe

 

 

Toxicity

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A poisonous doubt

A toxic sludge

These toxic second thoughts

That suck the life out of your vision

Putting up a roadblock

To happiness and glory

Point of No Return

Reach for the bright stars

But don’t bruise yourself up

On the long way down

Reach

 

The Elusive One

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Elusive one, walk through fire

Your feet scorch the coals

Your eyes water, your hair frizzles

The finish line ahead

So far ahead in a hazy smoke

But you can smell the smoldering gold

Hopefully it’s not just a mirage

 

Elusive

Pokemon Go: An Epic Journey

So I have gotten in on the Pokemon Go craze, which is getting kids off the couch and into the great outdoors (unless you find Pokemon in your home). It’s a great way to get exercise, I must tell you. The only problem is that I can only capture these digital creatures in the vicinity of Wi-Fi networks, because my phone is so cheap, so I am very limited on my quest to become a Pokemon Master (my late ’90s dream).

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When I finally get a phone with 3G/4G capibiities and is not dependent on Wi-Fi, watch out: I’m going to be on an epic quest across the land, feasting my eyes on Pokemon.

Wake Up and Achieve

You sometimes have to do more than just “dream on”

What’s one piece of great advice you’ve read recently? Or what’s the best bit of wisdom you’ve ever received? 

“Always follow your dreams” – a message I saw on a billboard the other day while going down the notorious 1-94 in Michigan. Dreams are there to act upon. If you don’t wake up and start doing something about them, they will never come true. The dreamer is a hopeless soul; the doer is the one with most success in life. Dreamers believe but never achieve; Doers believe and go right ahead getting done what needs to be done. They don’t worry about the results – they learn to look at the bigger picture and see what they can do better.

If you ask some of the greatest chefs in the world what they did to get to their level of mastery in the culinary world, they would say they had to start right at the bottom and work their way to the top. They would say they didn’t have a shortage of days where they just failed miserable and were critiqued badly, and where they kept hearing about the famous chefs above them opening 5-star restaurants and wondering if they were silly for thinking they could possibly do the same thing. But they kept fighting and kept their head above water, continuing to learn and grow and eventually get to their current spot in life

I want to be a doer but the dreamer side of me is still quite fascinated by the mythical thing known as success. A couple of times I’ve tried to act out these dreams of mine only to realize the tough reality: achieving them takes so much effort and a lot of luck. Much of achieving your dreams requires actually having other people around you to help, to collaborate and pitch in their own creative ideas. But when your people skills are not very good, going it alone always feels like the best choice, even if it would be extremely hard to achieve what you want to do.

My piece of advice, based on my previous experiences, is to not let the negativity get to you. Shut out the voices that say you’re not good enough or not talented enough for your dream profession, whatever it is. Most of all, block out the haters that try to destroy your confidence and keep you from continuing on your path. Or leverage all of the negative talk and use it to make yourself the best ever. The grass is always greener on the other side – look to the alternatives to see what could be better.

Aerosmith tells us to “Dream on…dream until your dreams come true” but the song should really be “Wake up…wake up and make your make your dreams come true”. Your dreams are hopeless without a plan set in motion. Like building a skyscraper, it always starts with a solid foundation.

A Piece of Advice

Crossroads

Here you are at the crossroads

Your life is hanging in the balance

There is no more time to wait

It is time to get up and go

Because getting older means

Becoming more of an afterthought

As everyone gets younger and better looking

And you start going the other way

With the high school years further behind

And the inevitable future ahead

Don’t let your dreams slip through your fingers

Chase after them and stare doubts in the rear mirror

I don’t want to grow old too quickly

Because there is so much left to experience

And letting those days slip by

Would be ever regrettable

Crossroads

The Presidential Task

What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?

I made a post for a bucket list of mine sometime last year. The list isn’t numbered but the eleventh item listed (not technically by importance) is:

  • Write a letter to the President of the United States

Okay, so I may have been joking when I put this down, because, seriously, what low-Earth citizen wouldn’t dream of writing (or emailing, Skyping, or livestreaming) a personal message to the most powerful man in the western world? Or you can just be Kid President or any popular YouTuber and meet him (or her).

The next president of the United States is looking more and more like it may be a woman. It is no longer a mere possibility now but a strong one. Hillary Clinton, while she may be pushing seventy, is about the only person in the pool of potential, but unlikely, candidates, that has any legitimate shot at giving the Oath on January 20, 2017. I’m not really that into politics and this post is going to be mostly fluff, but she probably has the most experience in politics out of everyone, especially Donald Trump who is actually deliberately trying to extinguish his chances at becoming the 45th, but still leading the polls somehow. Because Hillary already has the experience of being a First Lady and being beside Bill Clinton, familiarity and public confidence will play a role in her winning this coming November. Never mind that an article I found on RedState basically gives great reasons why she is too old to run, I just want to see the best person win, and a change of gender for a change.

If I were to write a letter to the future president Hillary Rodham Clinton (let’s just assume), the first thing I would ask her is how it feels like to have power than your husband for a change (not that she always has, but it’s more apparent now). I would also ask what sort of changes she will be striving to make (but not with all the strings of false hope attached as with Mr. Obama).

Wake Up Call

Waking up from a vivid dream
The details still fresh in mind
I groggily rubbed my eyes
As the elder forced me to rise

It was a plasma day
And money was in sight again
As were the last night’s leftovers
Custard pie looking a delicious ten

The light of the morning greets once more
My simple little world materializing before
And sitting there on my sleeping couch
I felt less than a ten, more like a four

My eyes were itchy
My left ear was stuffed
Not to mention still being tired
From the turkey’s magical stuff

The normal day is getting reacquainted
With the state of operations in my head
All systems through the checklist
Musical number to motivate the trend

My progress may seem slow
And life isn’t reaching any new heights
But on the bright side, I can still count on
A few nice luxuries to entertain the night

I guess I’m the lucky one after all
That I don’t have to worry about
Tomorrow night’s meal
As there’s a lot more wildbird leftover
And one delicious (manufactured) pumpkin pie
To keep it all real


In Response to: “The Luckiest People”

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.

The Lone Masquerade

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

Shucks, I can’t remember what it was I thought about before waking up this on this plain Jane morning. I know I was dreaming about something, but I can’t remember what exactly the dream was about; it was very vivid and deep, I must say, and I didn’t want to wake up just yet because of the story getting really dark and gritty but it started to fade as my morning mind took over, along with my uncle reminding me it was a plasma day. I vaguely remember the dream having something to do with the Pokerap that has been stuck in my head all day, after I featured it in my Throwback Thursday post yesterday, or all the entertaining YouTube videos I ended up watching after the original video was over, all within my blog. It started with Vsauce, a really entertaining channel of science, facts, and humor, and then trailed off into “the guy of a kajillion voices” and some 107 random facts about popular cartoons.

Of course, I thought of my blog, like on most days, contemplating what the Daily Prompt assignment is going to be about, wondering if I’ll finally publish a post around the same time that the “core” of super bloggers do (not today either). I’m talking about the bloggers I frequently see publishing posts in the morning to early afternoon; one of those I’m following is nearly always first because of his typical short witty responses. I’m always late to the party, choosing my own time. It’s this resentment, as well as my tiredness, to following along with this daily “sheep fest” that has me riding off the rails and wanting to do my own thing, for better or worse.

Explaining the title, one of the more humorous and strange things to happen today was my dad wearing a black masquerade “Batman” mask while driving down the highway on the way to the second of our weekly plasma donations, to a couple of concerned stares. He wore the mask into the plasma center as well, trying to seek attention but which wasn’t happening, to his disappointment and sulking later on. The screening booth attendant told him to take it off and he complained. Seriously, what were you thinking? He was the only one wearing a mask, looking rather silly. It’s not even Halloween yet – don’t embarrass yourself.

Speaking of Halloween and masks, my costume this year will be a hasty redo of a previous year’s edition. I’ll likely don my Darth Vader mask again along with a black t-shirt, pants, and shoes – minus the plastic lightsaber, that would be too much – and head off to the “haunted” Halloween party just around the corner in the community clubhouse. I’m hoping I’m not the only 20-something there amidst a bunch of children, which I very much doubt, but will still enjoy myself with donuts, cider, and the many cliches of Halloween strung and laid all around.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Comedy of Errors (and bonus assignment!).”

Do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Today, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.

I used to keep a notebook next to my bed, when I was jotting down my dreams, but I got tired of that and lost interest. So, sorry to disappoint you, WordPress monkeys. Maybe next time you’ll have luck making a “good” assumption about me.