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No one sees or experiences your world as you do and as soon as we realise this, our world becomes more peaceful and happy. The alternative is to continue badgering others to think your way, thereby alienating and not inviting them in.
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We don't need to know how life, our book or anything else ends. We do need, however, to listen and act on the daily impulses from the universe, God or whatever you call that which is bigger than us. If we don't take action on each idea - silly or otherwise - the next idea won't come along and nothing will happen.
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For every conversation, good or bad, we have 2 choices.  Don't forget to exercise those choices. If we don't make those choices, other will make them for us.
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When starting a project, focus on:
1. The tiny success, not the final success, and
2. On the success, not the embarrassment

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If we release (forgive) anger from the other end, it will work better. Anger is simply unmet expectations so, if we release (forgive) those expectations  ... well, the answer is obvious.

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Many tell us that we must leave our past dramas and emotions behind but maybe - just maybe - we're better to let them stay. Firstly as they can be helpful attributes for our future life and, secondly, maybe we can't actually let them go ... they're so endemic to who we are, so much embedded, we can't actually get rid of that which we are.

So, here is a way to use our past, value and accept it.
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Do you believe in magic? You soon will ... from a Chinese and Hopi perspective.

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A short story about when a war's over and we want to seek revenge and restitution, the war's not over. It's only over when we have all forgiven each other that the war is really over.
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Albert Camus invented the term Absurdism and said the world is absurd - there is no way to make sense of it. So, to deal with the absurdity, we have 3 choices - suicide (avoidance), religion (others' experience of life) or acceptance. To his "acceptance" I would add that saying YES to every opportunity gives life the opportunity to say YES to us. Try it, you'll love it!

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The child has run away
For a blighted cause today
He’s joined a crooked queue
Of brothers twitchy and new
For a leader they’ve never met
He makes them all a terrible bet
Prove you’re a man, brave and strong
Your kinfolk’ll love you as the day is long
They’ll make you monoliths ten feet tall
Brass plaques, street names and all
If you’ll go out and point your gun
Pull the trigger on dirty old Hun
Ruskie, Jap, Nip, Ching or Arab to blame
Whatever the current contestant’s name

Off the child goes, sure he’s an adult
Protecting his country without a fault
So he trains, learns and obeys
“Yes Sir, no Sir,” the right words he says
Jumps and spins and sharply salutes
Ready to savage all those foreigner brutes
Sent on a boat with sweat-stained mates
Talking up tough, kill everyone we hates
The young boy imagines he’s grown to a man
A warrior, a fighter and a dastardly plan
Overseas travel, true glory and gore
Saving my comrades, country and more
With a bang, a slash and a mighty blow
The enemy’ll run, never again to show

The world’ll be safer, peaceful and kind
From our actions, I know you’ll find
And up goes his name on pedestals so bright
Forever engraved, remembered and right
But we landed in muck, trudged through swamp
The food’s no better and clothing is damp
Walking forever, no enemy around
Till day six when the mines we found
Lost feet, arms, guts and whole mates
Forced to march on, no logical debates
Came we upon the enemy’s camp, they said
But just a village, livestock all dead
Women pleading us to save their kid
But won’t tell us where their men is hid

So we shot a few, get ‘em up talking
They didn’t know so we kept on walking
After burning their houses, corrals and crops
And firing our volleys till every child drops
Our rations are now low, stinking so rotten
Though my vomit’s not from the illness I’ve gotten
But from grief and all the bloody dead waste
All the good people we’ve gunned and chased
Minding their own damned business and lives
While we interfere between husbands and wives
Simple good folk, never a bad word
We treat them like a low-down dog turd
Would we do that to our own kin back home?
No we wouldn’t; we’d leave them alone

But for this big man, his pedestal bright shines
Spilling his phlegm, on brash words he dines
For his loud lies, loose lipped stories
Of enemies abroad and whigs hate tories
Hell, it took me fifty years of PTSD
Unravelling my trauma from a worn out chesty
And finding the truth of a war-loving world
File by file the dirty deeds are unfurled
Found we fought no enemy, not for our nation
Was a senseless pantomime for a man’s libation
Yes, I’ve come to see there’s no enemy out there
Just our own demons we want others to bear
‘Stead of taking charge of the victim within
We spew invective, wage wars we never can win

The child left for glory in yellow Viet Nam
Took a long time to return a full-known man.