Words can hurt. Use them carefully. You never know what inner struggles others are dealing with. If you have nothing good to say, silence is a wonderful option.
Protect yourself and treat yourself with respect. If we treated our friends the way most of us treat ourselves… we would have no friends.
Gravity works.
The sun rises and sets every 24 hours regardless what you think.
You are what you eat. Eat well and in moderation.
Don’t take yourself to seriously. No one else will.
Tell people you care about how you feel. No one can read your mind.
Matter exists in at least 3 states, solids, liquids and gas.
Money matters. You can’t pay rent or eat with good intentions.
Very few people speak truthfully. Many exaggerate. If something is to good to be true then proceed with caution.
There are 2 types of workers. Those that do a good job and Those that promote their careers.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
Don’t go to sleep angry.
Shit happens. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
Generally speaking, following the crowd is a bad idea.
It is not the lies we tell each other that are problematic. It’s the lies we tell ourselves and believe that are the problem.
Change happens. Get used to it or learn to suffer.
Learn to give without an expectation of return: or don’t give.
Fears fall into 2 categories. Rational and irrational.
Avoid the words Always and Never. They rarely happen.
When I was a kid in the 1960s, the farmers could be heard lamenting about a changing world that they feared.
Beautiful stone cobbled streets of small towns were replaced with “The Shopping Mall Generation!” AND cities grew. “Who would grow the food?” The farmers asked.
But did anyone see this coming down the pike? A generation so smart that they make money while they sleep?
A generation who became so important that not having children became for them, the best option. Which is probably the best thing since we can no longer determine genders…
I am not afraid. I am not in control. I am embarrassed… or am I entertained?
I don’t know why my baby loves clowns.
Whose painted on tears never fall down.
I don’t know what she sees in their eyes
Perhaps the line between horror/surprise…
I don’t know why my baby can’t sing.
Why carnival music isn’t her thing.
It fills my head when I’m at the fair.
Searching for clues in clowns everywhere.
I don’t know why she screams at night.
I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight.
Because I’m the type I’m weak for love.
Carnival music I rise above.
Is it the pain or is it the tears?
For some carnival crime from yesteryears.
Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know.
Maybe it’s me, baby let go.
(chorus)
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men.
Tried and they tried but she fell down again.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
She went to her shrink ended up at the mall.
Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.
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