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    Love?

    By mogwhy,

    On Valentine's day, the day when the world turns its mind to thoughts of love. Love. Such a small word, but means so much.
     
    I love my partner. I love my son. I love my friends and extended family. Heck I even love my ex-boyfriend and chocolate. But do I love the same? No. I love them all with the same intensity, but not the same way.
     
    Humans today get hung up and think only of the romantic meaning of the word love. We should never feel weird or ashamed to say that you love. The world could use a little more love. Just like you should dance like no one is watching, love like you've never been hurt. 
     
    Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I love you all.
     
    ~moggy
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    Holiday Time

    By mogwhy,

    Its so easy to fall out of the holiday spirit when you’re missing someone. the lights look dimmer. the wind is just a bit colder and you feel like nothing will ever be the same.
     
    Nothing will BE the same. A piece of your heart is missing. Maybe it was opened up to make it bigger, to hold more love. Ask yourself, would they want you to hide from the world and cry? Or would they want you to remember how much they loved?
     
    @droughtquake said something so beautiful in the Lounge the other day. If you can't find the Spirit of the Season within yourself, reach out and do something for someone else. Spread the love you felt in the past, into the future. You might find a piece of the Spirit you lost.
     
    Love to you all
    ~moggy 
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    Puddles and Friends

    By mogwhy,

    Someone gave me the advice “ don’t cross an ocean for someone who wouldn’t cross a puddle for you”.
     
    Today I’ll paddle and you rest. Tomorrow we’ll swap. Together we’ll make down stream.
    I’ll hold my hand out, the choice is yours if we dance in the rain and splash in the puddles. 
     
    Love and life are not about what you get but what you give.
    Unless it endangers your life, cross puddles. Climb mountains, cross oceans, open doors.
    Love people. Love unconditionally.
     
    moggy
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    Thankfully

    By mogwhy,

    We, as humans, find it easy to find reasons to complain and criticize. It takes more effort to find reasons to be thankful. I’m thankful for all the normal things people talk about like a place to live. Food to eat. 
     
    I’m Thankful for all my friends. The past friends, who come back into my life. New friends, who I haven’t met yet. Present friends, who keep me sane. Friends in “real” life, and those I only know through the internet. And I’m thankful for the friends I’ve lost. The ones who died and those who just left. They have brought me joy while they were a part of my life.  All are like dolphins in my sea of life.  
     
    But I am, also thankful for what is normally not something to be thankful for. like, muscles that scream in agony for days after PT, because it means they are still alive and may work again. Rain on a Friday afternoon; more water for the coming fire season. For insomnia. A chance to meet people I wouldn’t have other wise.

    I’m grateful for people who are different from me. A chance to understand another point of view.
    At the end of the day I have tried to behave in such a way as to bring a smile to everyone I’ve met. If I have any regrets, its that I’ve failed, at this and hurt someone along the way. I never meant to.
     
    moggy
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    Sticks

    By mogwhy,

    I’m Handing out Sticks
    Depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope. Your thinking about suicide, you have a plan; you just need a reason not to do it. 
     
    But   you’ve come over to me, and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
     
    Is that helplessness? No, I think that’s incredible. You’re like the marine that’s been trapped for years behind enemy lines, your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
     
    But you tell me  “Give me a stick! I’m not dying out here!”
     
    “A cry for help” Makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you. But you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
    All I’m doing is handing out sticks. You’re the one staying alive.
     
    I saw this on a therapist wall and wrote down so I could remember in troubled times that I knew would plague me.
     
    I'm running out of sticks. 
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