encouragement, Human Behaviour, Human Nature, Humanity, inspirational

Nothing Prospers Yesterday

Nothing in the world will prosper yesterday. Yesterday does not exist save for our memories. It cannot be taken back and tweaked, and yesterday is a reminder that we live in the present.

No future plans will be turn out as we imagine, and how can we imagine anyway? The future is out of our reach. Planning is healthy, but expecting the perfect result may always disappoint. And it may surprise us. Humans were not designed to know the future, and there’a good reason for that. If we know our future, it could very well blow our minds. No psychic can truly see your future. Some people are truly gifted; however, the future events of our lives are not entirely predictable. There are too many variables. It’s my belief psychics can pick up impressions from the present, and guide persons into a decision, but who has learned the exact future from a person who is sensitive? In my experience, I paid too much to raise my own expectations.

Focus energy on today. Our days have twenty-four hours, and those hours are split into dark and light—to be awake and to be asleep. Fill days with hope, find solace in a good days work or play. Get a good night’s sleep after a busy day.

Today will turn into tomorrow—what have we done to enter into tomorrow? Have we succeeded at something? Will we? Tomorrow waits, but for today, dream, because dreams and goals are healthy. We enter into tomorrow with that dream.  What takes years to do always happens in our todays, and it could be this day we reach a lifetime goal.

Thanks for reading.

Human Behaviour, Human Nature

Imagination is a Powerful Force

“Your time will come,” he said. “Don’t you worry,” he added, while cupping my shoulder with his hard-working yet gentle hand.

I was only about 13 when I had the conversation with my dad that I wanted to be a mom and a wife when I grew up. I wanted to live in a cute little home where I felt safe, and I had a deep down undeniable drive to nurture a family. I worried then that my adult life wouldn’t be a good match for me, hence that heart-to-heart with my dad that day long ago. I was perhaps lost in a fantasy of sorts—too many Little House on the Prairie episodes—and a secret crush on Michael Landon. I wanted a husband who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, a man who would love his kids and wife, a man who was good-looking in that cute, honest sort of way; tender and sweet with wide shoulders built by hard work rather than a gym membership. My kids would look up to me, I thought, because I’d teach them morals and values of kindness and honesty.

Dad passed over to the other side nearly 17 years ago, and still, I remember so much of what he told me. Despite a wrong choice and a divorce, about 22 years ago I started to believe that my time would come. I had difficulty imagining it to be true even though, somehow, someway, the things Dad said were always with much foresight on his part. So I dreamed, I hoped, imagined, I dated.

I woke early one Sunday morning and sat under the gazebo on our deck in the rain. Hubby was out walking as it turned out, after my search for him at that early hour. No lights lit up windows of neighbours’ homes, no feet carried boisterous teens home after a Saturday night party. On the road, no vehicles splashed through puddles, not even a dog wandered. It was dark and wet with no mysterious stars or illuminated moon to gaze at, and eerily quiet, yet beautiful. After many years, that morning I remembered my dad saying that my turn would come. I wish he were here so I could tell him he was right again. He was humble, always smiled with his eyes and nodded when I told him he was right about something. I miss that. But he knew I’d find my way. Sometimes I seem to sort of “float out” of myself and I see someone’s home, caring hubby, well-rounded kids and toddler grandchildren. It’s good to float out once in a while, makes things sink in, and negative thoughts slip away. And I thought to myself… my dad, wherever he is in the universe, in a heavenly place, is smiling with his eyes and nodding.

The imagination must be one powerful force; dreaming without giving up must be potent. Quiet time brings about gratefulness. Thanks to God or my guardian angel for taking notes from my adolescent desires—that morning was full of tender memories.