Many a friend loves to fish but it’s not something I enjoy watching or doing? This doesn’t make me have fisherphobia ?  If they enjoy it and don’t bother others then that’s fine with me.  People have the right to choose their own sexual lifestyle but I also have the right not to enjoy watching it without any labels attached. What an individual enjoys should be up to the individual and how another feels about it is their own right as well.  While everyone has a right to do what they want without hurting another in general (suicide and drug abuse is illegal) those who don’t want to watch can look the other or choose a whole different pond.

Let’s start out with this question “What made you happy today”?  This should definitely be the question  if someone’s  “How Are You”, lead to a less then positive response. What made you happy might have a sarcastic response but it also might have the responder think a bit more about how many roses they actually got to smell.  “What made you happy” might also help a person think about doing things that actually achieved this feeling in their day or have them seek professional help to find more of such moments.  So I ask “What made you and me happy today”?

If someone gave you a $1,000 a month would you take it in return for staying on medicines?  Now let’s say you thought those medicines didn’t work or even felt they might do you harm would you still put this cash in your pocket?  All the doctors and friends said this medicine was truly helping you but it didn’t feel that way would you let your own mind or ca$h flow influence your decision? Today many individuals who suffer from Psychiatric illnesses refuse to take their medicines at a cost to society well over $1,000 a month at least in the short run with hospitalizations, homelessness, crime disability payments, harm to themselves and others etc etc? Is this a cost well worth spending??

She’s on a war path that is taking many a causality. The truth lies deep inside while outside the bodies of pain can be seen all around her. It is not actually what is said but heard which leads to such aggression and once the voices are in her head there is no turning back.  The war path is on its way so stay clear and be aware of this present danger.

He was dead right? Then why did I sense his presence every night and even sometimes when I was fully awake. A little poke when I’m sleeping or the sudden breeze in a room that was still made his presence seem very real. That door I knew I closed suddenly appeared to snap open. My family thought I was holding onto something that wasn’t real but maybe just maybe grandpa still lived? Everyone knew he could never survive that crash especially at his age. Then came the footsteps the pierced my sleep. I had to run toward them even though every step lead to fear. Suddenly a thump and  he appeared on the ground barely alive but somehow still breathing after all.

It’s not necessarily the jump that one holds on to but the second after. The event is incredible yet the second after it occurs is truly where the climax is felt. For it is the moment one realizes that they have done it which feels so damn good. Too bad not only the event fades but that second as well, left in a picture of the jump that isn’t as exciting as the time one landed.