Monthly Archives: May 2016

To Like or Not to Like…

There are those who say they do not care what people think of them. If they speak with honesty, how free are they?

In truth, most of us want to be liked, even loved, if that is not too much to ask?

The thing is not everyone is going to like us. The more we seek approval, the less likely we are to see that the people who already like us, do so, because they love us just as we are.

We need not seek the popularity of those who dislike us. Clearly they are not willing to get to to know us, for the likeable people we already are.
Chances are we would not like them anyway. Like attracts like.

In the likelihood that someone dislikes us, for reasons best known to themselves, we are best off being blissfully unaware. Leaving them in the comfort of their own distaste.

We are far better advised to learn how to like ourselves.

In a world where we measure our likability with thumbs up, smiley faces and angry little read heads, that may be a difficult thing to do.

We should in these instances, pause and remember, we do not need to like everything everyone thinks of us.
We just need to love those who seem to like us the most.

An Peann

The Wind

The wind blows through the sails of our lives,
bringing us to places we never asked to see.

It changes direction, before we reach the place we wish to be.
When the wind is warm, we see hopeful promises, we vision how things could be.

The wind comes and leaves.
In grateful seasons, we dance in the breeze.
In bitter winds our hearts sometimes freeze.

To be like the little bag, floating endlessly in breeze,
landing gently, touching the tip of our daily dreams.

Listen gently to the soft breeze.
The wind knows where we should be.

An Peann

 

The Sound of the wind

Suzy Kassem

“You are a valuable instrument in the orchestration of your own world, and the overall harmony of the universe. Always be in command of your music. Only you can control and shape its tone. If life throws you a few bad notes or vibrations, don’t let them interrupt or alter your song.”

 

Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

The Irish House Sat Empty

Commemorations, financial exoneration’s.
A Centenary Hung Dail.
Yet today the Irish House sat empty.

A chair sits vacant tonight, someone lost their fight, they struggled to see the light.
Yet today the Irish House sat empty.

Let them Debate, the Minds of our Mental Health State, before another man, woman or child loses the battle of their fate.
Yet today the Dail sat empty.

We walk in thousands from darkness to light to raise awareness for the plight.
Yet today the Dail sat empty.

Our Mental health is our wealth.
Our friends are crying, people are dying, charities are screaming out for time.
This Irish Institution of the dying.
It is nothing but a crime.
Yet today the Dail sat almost empty.

An Peann

Any Spare Change?

Feet wet inside my purple trainers, all I needed was a new umbrella.

Walking fast in the morning rain, he looked up at me, from the ground in pain, shook his paper cup, any spare change?

The sky was cruel, the heavens open.
We both looked up, as the cold rain kept falling.
‘Is there no where more sheltered?’ I asked deflated.

‘No’ said he, ‘here all night, phoned for a bed, they said not tonight.
Come get a sleeping bag.’
‘Disgraceful’, said he.

My trainers were wet.
My umbrella broken.
This man under no roof, was truly, cold, soaked and broken.

I forgot to ask him his name, the wet man in the rain, as I dropped useless coins in his wet paper cup of pain.

Feet wet inside my purple trainers, all I needed was a new umbrella.
What he needed; someone to save him.

An Peann