richelle-goodrich

I believe the main purpose of life is to accept with gratitude what you've been blessed with so that you may use those gifts to mold yourself into the best person you can possibly be. Learning to discern things of true value from those of little or no worth is part of the process.

We grow up opposing our parents only to become like them enough to oppose our children who behave as we once did__ reminder of how dreadful we were toward those now vindicated grandparents. And you thought God had no sense of humor.

The moment a person feels he has nothing left to learn is the moment life prepares to hit him hard enough to correct such ignorance.

I am, for the most part, who I am because my good mother was who she was.

Life isn't a lazy cruise on some endless, calm, and temperate sea. Life is a raging ocean with swells and tidal waves that wreck and sink your boat. Life is a series of storms__vercast skies, fierce winds, and pelting rain. You were meant to be immersed in it all__irst to float, then swim, and eventually to walk on water.

The irony of life: Realizing a lifetime is barely long enough to figure out how it should have been lived.

No one is born a sprinter. We all learn to push ourselves up from the floor and then balance before taking that first, wobbly step. It is an individual choice where to go from there.

Far more important than the tribulations and heartaches, the thrills, merriment, and pleasures of life is what you learn from it all. It isn't the tunnel we pass through that matters, it's what emerges on the other side.

I learn by doing....the same thing over and over and over again countless times.

For things I am not thankful for__xperiences I would never volunteer to relive__ recognize how they have changed me. My depth of compassion and humility, the sincerity of my empathy and understanding, and the duration of my patience have all been refined by bitter suffering. I thank God for the lessons learned. I am a better person for it, but I still abhor those awful trials.

I believe life is an education meant to teach us the need to be better people. _And I believe this learning often takes place through trial and error which may mean being an awful person at times before clearly seeing and grasping the necessity to improve. If you don't agree with me, just ask Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge. _I think Charles Dickens got it quite right.

Win or lose, good or bad, the experience will change you.

Life's lessons aren't always new. Often they're the same old worn-out truths offering us greater depths of wisdom and understanding.

Curiosity killed the cat, but not before teaching her that honey bees are not sweet, tweeting birds are slow to react, mice can serve as both toys and food, big dogs like to snuggle, falling isn__ flying, cream drips from lazy cows, water should be avoided at all costs, baths don__ require getting wet, kindness and cruelty often fall from the same hand, and engines remain comfortably warm long after the motor dies.

Why is it we must suffer the loss of something so dear before we realize what a treasure we had?Why must the sun be darkened before we feel how genuinely impossible it is to live without its warmth?Why within the misery of absence does love grow by such bounds?Why must life be this way?It is a strange existence where such suffering makes us far better people.

I'm starting to think this world is just a place for us to learn that we need each other more than we want to admit.

Me"( Notice Me)I was sent here on a journey that has no end.I hear you joke of going nowhere fast.Well, maybe life__ a joke and I__ the foolThat dreams of being first but ends up last.Life__ a trial__ sentence I can__ escape.Confusion and desperation tear me down and turn to hate.There__ so much more to figure out,But it__ growing way too late.If I could answer half the questions in my mind,If I could find the place where I belong,If words were near as strong and deep as the wall of emotions I climbThen sorrow wouldn__ be so wrong.There__ no way to make you understand.An entire symphony could not play the broken notes in one child__ soul.That child screams and no one hears her,Until the tears have dried and now she__ just too old.I don__ want to hear the philosophies, the opinions,The remarks, the horrible reasonings.Words are to pad the mind and fight with the solitude of the heart.Still, silence chills to the bone and tears the soul apart.She never means to hurt or harm, only to belong.To find the truth __id mortal lies, to sing her only song.But someday this race will end, and if she comes in last,I pray the first will look deeper than the others, smile, and then pass."Copyright 1985

Is anything truly impossible? Or is it that the path to our goals appears too unclear to follow? It seems to me that if you seek hard enough, pray hard enough, you usually stumble across a scattering of breadcrumbs that marks the trail leading to the goal you once considered beyond your reach.