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This is how I remember it.

This is how I remember it.

Memories of spilt coffee.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

It is no good crying over spilt coffee on a white tablecloth. It is bad enough staining the table-cloth without letting it spoil your day. Why worry if you can do something to fix it, there is no problem. If it cannot be fixed worry does no good. This is what you can do about the spilt coffee on the table-cloth; ASAP soak the table-cloth in cold water. Clinging to and fretting over little mishaps is a waste of time. Digging up past memories of misfortune is like exhuming a decomposing corpse; they are better left to rest in peace. Or as the case could be, rest in broken pieces. Nothing lasts forever all is subject to change both the good and the bad.  It is best not to completely forget those misadventures, just do not dwell on them. By not fully forgetting in the future you will spill less coffee.

Let us not forget.

Let us not forget.

I wonder who is kissing her now; I wonder who’s looking into her eyes, telling her lies, breathing sighs. There are those bitter-sweet memories. Let us not get too sentimental or maudlin, that was then, this is now.  By now she is way past those kinds of kisses and has far too many wrinkles to be taken in by blarney. I have never lied; though, I may have handled the truth a little carelessly and that is what spills coffee.

That what how it was, it has all changed.

That’s how it was, it has all changed.

That was yesterday’s bad news. This is the stop-press news, today’s news, and it is all good news. The good news you have been patiently waiting for. It does not matter what the headlines are, it is all good news, if we can accept work as a challenge, or a lesson, or a labour of love. AS when we are good to others we plant a seeds that will feed us in the future. To foster good fortune plant plenty of good seed and care for them with love. The love that does not leaves you wondering who is kissing her now, but the love that is only concerned about her welfare and happiness. Selfless love asks for nothing in return or it becomes a commercial deal.

Forget your age dance with the children.

Forget your age dance with the children.

 The PC or iPad are far better than TV, you have more interaction with them. Although they can also be miss used or over used. These are useful things to remember along with the good times. File the other negative memories in a folder with an obscure name so they are difficult to recall. Computer nerds will understand this. Other people who are occupied with something active and invigorating will have the heart pumping, the blood flowing and have no time for remorse. You can work off a lot of tension when you are engaged in physical activity.

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Actions are more effective than words. You can read a recipe-book full of culinary delights and remain hungry. It is the action when we bite into the food savouring the texture, tasting  and chewing it thoroughly extracting all essence, before letting it slip down the strawberry lane, that our hunger is appeased. It is no good giving words to the starving, or kind thoughts, even prays are useless.

Do all those TV ads satisfy our hunger, all they do is make us want more and feed our greed?

 Our world is being hijacked, taken over by commercialism and our mindless inactivity is letting it happen. Open your eyes and open a book and read for a change. You may like to read “Fast Food Nation.” By Eric Schlosser. It spills more than coffee, it spills the beans.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

Why were they the ‘good old days,’ when I could piss over the moon, (no prostrate problems) no TV, no financial worries? Most of us have fond memories of our childhood activity, think of the simple pleasures we had. Today children are being taken over by TV and molested by advertising. No need to completely give up the things we enjoy just be aware of what is beneficial. By mindlessly sitting and letting big corporate business dictate to us what we must have, makes people want what they don’t needed. You will not spill coffee if, you break the habit, drink a glass of clear water, to flush your system. The caffeine is just waste your system has to expel.

In fear of our fellow man we bread fear in our neighbours.

In fear of our fellow-man we breed fear in our neighbours.

Bad memories can be compensated by a bad memory. Memories are history and the winners record the history and the losers are left with regrets. When history is honestly looked at, were they discoverers or invaders, were they settlers or squatters; are they freedom fighters or vicious, greedy, guerrillas? They were the enemy, why are they now our friends?

If you want to see it from their point of view you have to change your position to see their view-point.

To stand in their position you will have a different perspective or your picture will be distorted. Was it necessary all the carnage, or was it only to promote business, producing bombs to blow up and destroy to create work to rebuild? We must remember, at the end of the day, at the going down of the sun, lest we forget and spill more coffee.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

 

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Quiet and restful.

Quiet and restful.

Ross and Campbell Town in south-east Tasmania are well worth a visit as they are steeped in history with many of the old buildings remaining.

In need of TLC.

In need of TLC.

I will leave Pauline tell you all about that in her blog, when she gets around to it. Hit this link my <Pommiepal. Word press.com>.

I took some photos of the old graves while there. They provoked me to thinking about all the trouble people go to on behalf of loved ones. Then time relentlessly does natures work and obliterates the memory leaving only a beautiful reminder of mans mortality. I looked at the moss and lichen on the leaning tombstones of the unkempt graves.

A stark reminder.

A stark reminder.

  I thought what would I leave behind although I hope this is premature, I am past my use-by date and a strong breeze could blow my candle out effortlessly. So I will post this now rather than later.

Is this the only way to world peace.

Is this the only way to world peace.

Checking out.

Without superstition what’s my position.

Where will I go when I’m gone?

When only my memory lives on.

What was it worth my time here on earth?

A generation or two may be the best I can do.

The giants of the past their memories all last.

There is one consolation in not being a sensation.

I did it my way as Frank Sinatra would say.

While I am still here I will make it clear.

For what it is worth my time here on earth.

Was mostly all fun and I thank everyone.

It will be sad to leave if it make you grieve.

Crocodiles love people.

Crocodiles love people.

To swim where the crocodiles play could have avoided today.

I could have gone out in style and made a crocodile smile.

And leave in a recyclable way to deprive the undertaker of pay.

That’s my last joke before I go up in smoke.

To float up to a sky I believe is devoid of any pie.

I have had my time in paradise and it has been very nice.

Now I am ready to take a rest after giving it my best.

Not believing in a god it is back to the land of nod.

Answering the call and returning to the all.

That is nature’s way at the ending the day   

 I will never deceive you I will just love you and leave you.

Crocodile tracks back from the ocean.

Crocodile tracks back from the ocean.

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