Tag Archives: Destiny

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Mostly you get exactly what you picked.

The best looking choice in the box can leave a bitter taste in your mouth, so you spit it out, with discretion.

There are so many choices to choose from.
You have your eye on the ones you want.
You watch friends and family pick from the box and think ‘I want to taste what they have tasted’.

You deserve to taste all the delights a good choice can bring.

Remember we all taste things differently, a good choice for one can be catastrophic for another. Choose wisely.

The box of choice will never empty. The top layer may have choices removed over time, those empty spaces can taunt us if we let them or liberate us, we get to choose.

The box of choices is with us everyday. Sometimes we may decide to leave them alone, take no risks, make no choices.

Making few choices can lead us to co dependence. We can lick on the coat tails of other peoples choices, but we will never experience the sweet taste of our own success.

There are layers of choices in the box. You have a lifetime to make your way through them.
Remember your choices are your own, only you have the right to taste them, the power to break them and the reason to forsake them.

Life is like a box of Choices.
Mostly you get exactly what you pick.
Choose well.

An Peann

Situation Vacant

They sat looking blankly at each other.

Every century the position changed hands.

Tensely they sat around the circular surface.

‘Who’s turn is it?’, said the current keeper?

Silence fell amongst them, then they laughed.

‘ I think it’s time we went down’, said Cultivator.

‘We have wasted enough time watching them kill each other, we planted the seed of democracy thousands of years ago, yet recently it seems to have backfired again.’

Tactile crossed her five legs awkwardly, interrupting with a musical cough. ‘Very well, shall we send down some representatives to wake the Earthlings up?’

The glass room erupted with laughter. The general consensus was to stay out of unknowing planets affairs. Instead a watcher would monitor progress. Each century the situation would become vacant.

A new Keeper was required, yet not one species from any planet was willing to offer their services. Which is why a meeting was called.

Reason from the planet of the Misunderstood stood up offering some perspective.

‘Our people have lived through many debates, we fought arguments with counter arguments. Eventually our people lost their voices, now we communicate through actions. There is great peace in the silence, the new generations are learning to speak again. They speak with peace in their tone. Is it not better to let them fight it out? Learn to build up from the ruins of their mistakes?’

The keeper shook his heads.

‘I’m afraid I see a pattern emerging again. They have not learned from past mistakes. They are building buttons to press, which, I might add, could cause a ripple effect on other young planets. They want to build walls rather then break through barriers of hatred. They let innocent children die, instead of providing refuge. There are some who want to make the world better, they are few.’

Tactile rose and said ‘Let me see if I can affect their thinking, I will fill the vacant situation, I will take the seat of Keeper for one of their years. If I see any shaky hands about to press a button, we will turn off their power, take down their Wi-Fi connections and send down a universal intervention committee.’

‘How do you intend to affect their thinking?’ asked Reason.

‘ I will show them their true selves, every time they see their reflection, they will wince with pain if they cause it. They will feel happiness if they cause joy. They will become what they think. It’s a very hands-on approach but it should help them see who they really are’, said Tactile.

Reason understood Tactile’s thinking, though he feared there may not be many left on Earth after the year was up. ‘ You have the support of our planet’, said Reason. ‘Eventually every species must see themselves for what they have become.’

Tactile began her role as Keeper. She was determined to kick the ball of change into the Earth’s atmosphere with one of her many legs.

No longer was the Situation Vacant.

An Peann

 

Under Cavan Skies

On the 360th day of the year with four minutes to midnight we stood under clear Cavan skies.

Every star had a sharpness so bright they could make an atheist bow at their majesty.
You cannot deny what the eyes make you see.

Orion’s Belt was fastened with clarity.
A question mark backwards demanded we ask ourselves the unanswerable.

Above Orion was a red star.
Stars normally don’t impress me, they make me dizzy.

They crowd my thinking, take my breath away, make me feel small and overwhelmed. They frighten me with their boastful eternity.

They will continue to shine long after we are gone.

The Ancient Greeks once thought there was a blanket behind the skies, they believed the blanket was pierced with little holes, in which the light shone through.
Those lights are what we call the stars.

Time teaches us to believe different things.

As we stood under the lights, I listened as he told me what the constellations were called.

I listened because these past few weeks have taught us that although the stars relentlessly shine, those we love can dim their light.

People can walk out the door and never come home again.

Children can be taken before they are given the opportunity to shine.

Who’s heaven decides such fate?

Illness can meet you at unexpected places, leave or take us into his arms and walk away with us.

Walking up the yard toward the house, the blue lights of the suspended Christmas tree on the street outside, brought us back to the falseness of our reality.

Our made up world that we focus so much on, fades in comparison to the Greek blanket hanging in the Cavan sky.

Oh, the beauty and fragility of life.
Understanding that brightness can be found even in the darkest corners, can resurrect our hopes.
There is such power and strength to be found in the darkness of life, for through the darkness is the epitome of life – those everlasting twinkling beacons of night’s light.

If only we could remember to bring those stars into our day’s light.
There may come a time, you need to fight for some light, if you do just remember
that once the Greeks believed in a pierced blanket in the sky.
Anything is possible, if you are willing to see the light.

An Peann

 

The Tunnel of Buried Dreams

The tunnel has no doors
No way back

The light outside is so
blindingly beautiful
and utterly terrifying,
That with great hesitance and difficulty
We struggle to trek towards it

The light that people talk about in death,
Is that same light that wants to shine for you in life

Shadows only block the light to take away your flame,
Keep you in your place, tucked away from change

We will never know how good the light feels
If we are always afraid to be seen

The tunnel has no doors
No way back

Stepping outside the tunnel today,
Let the light sow you a purpose,
Exquisitely stitched from
The seams of buried dreams.

An Peann

Your Double Decker Bus

There’s a double decker bus with your number on it, you cannot read the digit, you just know it’s your bus.
There are many stages, the first passengers to embark are your parents. The bus just cannot start without them.

They get on with your brothers and your sisters. Along with them they bring your Grandparents, even their deceased parents. Everyone has a seat on the bus.

Your Aunts and Uncles follow with their children.
The bus begins to move.

The next stage your first friend climbs on board. Their presence makes you warm, bringing back memories of that first connection with someone out side your own family.
Behind that first friend comes all your little school friends, your first teacher and every teacher that taught you in your primary years.

A special seat that seems to glow is reserved for those childhood friends who never leave your bus.
Their seat never changes, you always know where to find them and they always can find you.

The next stop more passengers alight. Each passenger wears a small red heart on their sleeve. These are the people you have shared a first with. A first crush, a first kiss, all the firsts you can imagine to remember. They take their seats dispersed amongst the now busy bus.
Few make it to the top of the bus, but they all find a place.

As the bus moves along, time moves with it, sometimes slowly, sometimes it flies along. Occasionally it to comes to a halt. Some of the earlier passengers begin to leave.
Certain passengers you do not notice leave, while others you miss instantly.
The bus keeps moving forward.

When you feel like you have already spent a small lifetime on the route, the pace moves faster.
New faces join your bus.
These faces are the holders of the lifetime tickets.
You know this because the inspector begins to ask for ‘tickets please’.
Your family and lifetime friends are exempt. They don’t need a ticket, they have what you would call a lifetime pass.
There is always someone on your bus who shouldn’t be there, they take up a seat, that they don’t deserve, or squeeze themselves in without reason.
They don’t really want to be on your bus. They distract the driver, upset the other passengers and are generally unwelcome.

Sometimes the inspector spots them straight away, showing them the exit before they cause too much havoc.
Other undesirables may just get off before they are found out.
This makes for a less bumpy drive.

The bell rings and the bus grinds to a halt, there is a mass exodus.

Many faces change bus, some stay. New passengers get on with speed, the bus moves faster, voices grow more familiar.
Those closest to you sit at the top of the bus.

Downstairs the seating changes, some give up their seats to the passengers standing, this continuously changes.
Your children and chosen love shadows now fill the designated seats that somehow always remained empty.

Your bus now feels full.

Along the way you will lose passengers, you will find yourself standing and unseated on your own bus.
The wheels may wear down, the windows may sometimes crack, the bus may get stuck in life’s traffic, but it will always move along again.
The bus can take you anywhere and you just never know when it may finally stop.

There’s a double decker bus with your number on it, you cannot read the digit, you just know it’s your bus.

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