I used to be uncertain, but now I am not so sure!

How would I describe Myself? This is not a good day to ask me that question. The black dog, is once again at my heals, it got over the fence my mind had created to protect me from my burn injuries.
So I have to do a retrospective because I am not my true self today., I am a realist, I know mankind has broken this beautiful world, but I also know there are millions of good people left, that haven’t taken the drug of greed, and if I reach out, they will comfort me. As an atheist I have nothing to lean on, other than my own strength, and the support of others. I got through cancer, I’m getting over the burns, I am me, I am strong!
What else can I attribute to my self? I am totally honest, faithful, loving and will always stand up for what I believe, be it in my own interest or others. On the down side I can be naive, and a bit of a coward.
So, whilst the following is written by the naive side of me, it’s still a lovely dream.

What Do You Want From Me.

      I can write like a child, I can write like an adult, the one thing I don’t want to do is your intelligence insult. 

Should I write tales of childhood, tales of later life or do you want to hear of my children and my lovely wife?

     Maybe something happy, maybe something sad, I could even tell you of the illnesses I’ve had.

     These things are all Ok on the odd occasion, but I’ll tell you something now while I’ve still got your attention. I want you think right now of how wonderful this world could be, if we could ignore the distractions, and teach our eyes to see.

Once we realise the problem all will become quite clear, the wealthy want to own our lives, and rule us all with fear.                                                                      Temptation is the other tool the powerful like to use, you can have this you can have that, but what if we refuse? Why should we fight their wars, for their profit and their gain? Once we blunt their tools their power over us will wane.

    Put down your book, put down your phone, turn off your tv. Don’t be obsessed with sport just be still and be.

    You don’t need all the gadgetry, massive cars and bling, it’s the simpler things in life that make your heart truly sing.

     We must regain control before the hour it gets too late, use passive resistance and denial, take control of our own fate.
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I think I’m going to take a leaf out of Terry Pratchett’s book and name my black dog “Binky” That should blunt his teeth a bit. Binky by the way was the name Terry Pratchett gave to Deaths horse in his disc world novels. What would one call that? Irony?

Finally as I’m now feeling a little better, something to make you smile.
A young couple was having a conversation on their mobile phones, The conversation was getting quite heated, then she turned around and slapped him.😄😄

All words by Meadowhead Bard.