You know what? Fuck the hate, I’m done with it. Trump wants the hate to divide our country. United we stand divided we fall..remember that? An America divided is exactly what trump wants & I’m falling for it. So, say it with me “fuck the hate” or words you prefer. I really am, I’m done with it. Hate has to take itself somewhere else because I no longer have it. I won’t allow myself to be controlled like that anymore. By giving into the trump hate, you are allowing yourself to be manipulated by trump, when enough hate exists the divided will fall & trump will win. Don’t allow that to happen. Fuck the hate! I don’t expect this to come easy to anyone, it’s even hard for me, but this change is necessary to overcome trump. I didn’t say complacency. Not at all. And i’ll still get pissed but, fuck the hate. The feeling of that destructive emotion being lifted from my shoulders is an incredible feeling, one that trump does not want you to feel. I’m going to say it one last time. #fuckthehate
I don’t know if it’s because i’m turning a year older soon or if i’m just evaluating my life for no good reason, but I do know that life at almost 59 is as awesome as it can get.
I may not have money but i’m wealthy beyond belief. I have a place to live, a few friends, many have died over the last few years, many of them younger than me, but hell that just makes me want to live even more.
I have two daughters that seem to adore me as I them. My wife is the most unbelievable, courageous and loving women i’ve ever meet. We will not survive well without each other, but someday we’ll have to. That’s for another day, not today. She is my entire reason I have made it through the shit I have, and believe in nothing but goodness, did I say goodness, I meant greatness.
Bad things happen, but never believe they will. It will steal your soul right out from under you. None of us live a perfect life but we don’t have to succumb to imperfection. The thoughts in your head can determine your life’s future.
Just because i’m the wealthiest man on the planet does not mean you can’t compete with me. There’s always a reason to love your life. It can be the simplest thing, like a smell you like or maybe just a color. It can be a thousand little things that you normally don’t even notice. Notice them!
Distance yourself from people that make you sad or feel bad about yourself, they are thriving on your insecurities. Don’t give them fuel.
I know i’m extremely lucky to have my family, but it wasn’t always that way, yet here I am the wealthiest man in America.
Find your reason to love your life. There are hundreds of ways to do it. If you can’t find a reason to love your life then the fault only lies within yourself. You can change that and it’s all free. No charge. Just remember that to love your life you first must love yourself and there are so many ways to do that.
Unfortunately to love yourself is a journey that only you can take. It can take sometime and effort but, and i’m not kidding here, it can be done. I know i’ve done it. I’m living the dream. You can too, just believe that you are capable of loving, even something as small as a flower. That’s a damn good start. It will turn into so much more.
So take that leap of faith and realize you are a wealthy person and always have been.
Written by: Mark Kevin Smith
I was talking to my wife tonight, about nothing important, at that moment I thought I would give every dime I had just to talk to her, then I realized that I hadn’t a dime to give, so I thought that I would give her every second I had left on this planet just to find out what kind of a day she had.
-Written by Mark Kevin Smith
I think a lot of people don’t understand what real romance is. Anyone can buy flowers, candy, and jewelry, there’s no love in that. The true romantic things in life are those little things you do every day to show you care, and that you’re thinking of them.
It’s going out of your way to make them happy. The way you hold her hand when you know she’s scared, or save the last piece of cake for her. The random text in the middle of the day, just to say “I love you” or “I miss you”.
The way she stops to kiss you when she passes by. It’s dedicating her favorite song to her, and letting her eat your fries; telling her she’s beautiful, even when she’s in her sweats; with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup.
It’s putting your favorite show on pause so she can tell you about her day, and laughing at her jokes even the lame ones. It’s slow dancing in the kitchen and kissing in the rain. Romance isn’t about buying, it’s about giving. True romance is in the gestures.
-Quotes n Thoughts
A young man went to seek an important position at a large printing company. He passed the initial interview and was going to meet the director for the final interview. The director saw his resume, it was excellent. And asked,’
“Have you received a scholarship for school?” The boy replied, “No”.
‘It was your father who paid for your studies? ” Yes.’ He replied.
‘Where does your father work? ‘ ‘My father is a Blacksmith’
The Director asked the young man to show him his hands.
The young man showed a pair of hands soft and perfect.
‘Have you ever helped your parents at their job? ‘
‘Never, my parents always wanted me to study and read more books. Besides, he can do the job better than me.
The director said:
‘I have got a request: When you go home today, go and wash the hands of your father and then come see me tomorrow morning.’
The young man felt his chance to get the job was high.
When he returned to his house he asked his father if he would allow him to wash his hands.
His father felt strange, happy, but with mixed feelings and showed his hands to his son. The young man washed his hands, little by little. It was the first time that he noticed his father’s hands were wrinkled and they had so many scars. Some bruises were so painful that his skin shuddered when he touched them.
This was the first time that the young man recognized what it meant for this pair of hands to work every day to be able to pay for his studies. The bruises on the hands were the price that his father payed for his education, his school activities and his future.
After cleaning his father’s hands the young man stood in silence and began to tidy and clean up the workshop. That night, father and son talked for a long time.
The next morning, the young man went to the office of the director.
The Director noticed the tears in the eyes of the young man when He asked him,
‘Can you tell me what you did and what you learned yesterday at your house?’
The boy replied: ‘I washed my father’s hands and when I finished I stayed and cleaned his workshop.’
‘Now I know what it is to appreciate and recognize that without my parents, I would not be who I am today. By helping my father I now realize how difficult and hard it is to do something on my own. I have come to appreciate the importance and the value in helping my family.
The director said, “This is what I look for in my people. I want to hire someone who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the hardship others go through to accomplish things, and a person who realizes that money is not his only goal in life”.
‘You are hired’.
Author unknow-Parable seen by Kathleen Faye Dawson
Intimacy is not about sex. It’s about having revealing conversations that last till 4 am. It’s about sharing secrets and fears. It’s about giving someone your attention when 10 others are asking for it. And it’s about that someone special alway being in the back of your mind no matter how busy you are.
Written By Mark Kevin Smith
I was talking to my oldest daughter tonight and realized that she is at the age, that she is just beginning to live the best years of her life. This epiphany is only realized by memories of my own youth, and I must state, that I’m extremely happy at my age now, and would not go back for anything, but there is no denying it, that those certain years which are different for all of us, were just something special.
My daughter is 23, and is a fiercely independent, free, wild spirit, as I was at her age, only being a male made it a bit different. I told her, that at her age, she has about 15 of her best years ahead of her, give or take a few. I told her to enjoy every second of those years and stay safe. As I talked to her I had a freight train of emotions come rushing through my head all at once, remembering those years that she now will be experiencing. About those that will come in and out of her life, and the ones that will affect her forever, the loves, losses, joy, fulfillment, terror, heartache and unbelievable self worth, at not having to rely on anyone for anything, for what feels like the rest of your life.
I am very proud of my daughter, she makes a very good living, she will not judge others, and she will not accept being judged by others. She is everyone’s best friend or worst nightmare depending on how she is treated. She is walking, no running down the same path that I did when I was her age, it’s maybe not the best path, but I personally wouldn’t change a thing, it made me who I am today. Her best friend is fun, and living in the moment, although she has learned a certain amount of responsibility that is part of, coming of age.
My daughter will have my complete support as she goes through life, and a little advice when needed. Although if you know anyone that’s in their 20’s and already doesn’t know everything I would be surprised. I sure thought I did. Oh well, that’s another story, or are they the same it’s hard to tell at times. I love my daughter very deeply, and I must let her live her own journey through life, hell, that’s what makes it so scary and exciting at the sametime. If she falls I will pick her up, dust her off and send her back out there, after all I’m her father that’s what I’m supposed to do. Really all I can do is say prayers for her safety and well being. Her life is now entirely hers to live, and I shall continue to encourage her to live it to the fullest every single day, without regrets.
Written by Mark Kevin Smith
When is a man a man. Is it when he works 60 or 70 hours a week. Is it when he has had sex with 40 or 50 women and believes he is a god in bed. Is it the car he drives. Is it the amount of weight he can lift. Is it because he can manipulate, intimidate, hurt people or be a tough guy. Is it because of the friends he uses and believes he gets away with it. Is it the amount of physical pain he can endure. Is it when he uses drugs and alcohol to feel superior. Is it when he abuses his mate and others. Is it the amount of wealth he can accumulate, and a big house to live in.
Or is a man a man, someone that can admit his faults and put other people’s feelings above his own. Is he a man if he only wants what’s best for his loved ones, or is hopelessly in love with one women, and all he wants is for her to be happy for the rest of her life. Is he less of a man for his failures and disappointments in life. Is he still a man if he has deep feelings and is not afraid to show them. Or is a man simply someone that has love, compassion, understanding and has done absolutely the best he can to live his life with dignity and honor.
By Mark Kevin Smith
To tell you about my wife I first must go back to 1985, when my roommate introduced us. It didn’t take long before I asked her out on a date. However at that time, I dated more than one women at a time. We went out on several dates and I was starting to care for her, which was at that time something I just didn’t do.
Then one day I received a call from a friend on Long Island, NY. He offered me a job I just couldn’t refuse. Well this is where things started getting a little complicated. I had planned to move up there alone, but while I was on a date with another women I was seeing, she started crying uncontrollably. She didn’t want me to leave, and since I melt when a women starts to cry. Like an idiot I ask her if she wanted to go with me and see if it worked out for her. After about six months of living together people kept saying back home that we would never make it together, so I thought I would show them, and asked her to marry me. Opps.
To make a long story short the marriage didn’t work out and I eventually moved back home. The entire time I lived on Long Island I thought about that other women I left behind. I couldn’t get her out of my head.
It was now at the end of 1989 when I moved home. I had a lucky day, I saw a friend that knew where my lost love was working, so I carefully set a trap to meet her, while she was going to work. I saw her get out of her car and yelled her name, like I just happened to run into her. She acted happy to see me, which made me nervous after the way I treated her, so I ask her on a date.
In less than one year we were married and started our own adventure. We had two kids, now twenty and twenty three. We had our tough times, we separated for a while, but neither of us wanted a divorce. We still remained committed to one another. We reunited after that. A marriage commitment is nothing to take lightly, sometimes you have to fight for it.
My wife and I have loved each other deeply for twenty five years, but something new has happened, I don’t know if it’s because we are getting older or what, but somehow our love has gone deeper than I knew it could exist. I’m not sure you even still can call it love. It’s something deep in the soul.
She has entered my heart, like she never has before, and she tells me the same has happened to her. I wish I could explain these feelings better, but without feeling them yourself I doubt anyone else could understand it.
I wrote a couple of paragraphs in my blog that were inspired by her. called, Eternal Love and A Special Kind Of Love, in my archives.
My wife and I are kinda scared now that we are getting older, she once told me that she doesn’t want to live one day after I die. I feel exactly the same way. Neither one of us would be complete without the other one.
Each of us wants to be the first to die so that one of us won’t feel the indescribable pain and emptiness the survivor must endure. Both of us can’t tolerate the thought of living without the other, but that day has to come. My entire being is, for the love of my wife.
By Mark Kevin Smith
To love someone, and to be loved beyond understanding, is a gift from God. It’s not something to fear, but to embrace. If there is anything fearful, it’s not in the love or the fear that it might go away, this kind of love is eternal. It’s only in the fear that someday one of us must pass. We don’t die, we just move on, and the memories last forever.
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