Unanswered

You say that you want to change?Release yourself from the chains? Free your mind from the pain? Release your body from the strain? Then why does this plague you so? What does it benefit you if you choose to not let it go? What peace could you know ? Have you asked yourself these questions? Have you learned these lessons? Or are you still waiting to answer them?

Michael Anthony

#ThankfulThursday

They are not measured by material things…

Thankful, for my blessings. They are not measured by material things. Instead the intangible blessings God gives me everyday. That is what I am grateful for.

Thankful, for my family. Loved ones that are near and far. Friends that are still here and those that are no longer friends. I am thankful for the ability to love my enemies.

Thankful, for my spirit. It is at peace with the things that I cannot control and longing for more power to change the things I can. Strength to travel a journey that has been trotted before but gain new insight and experience.

Thankful, for God. He is my everything and the reason of Thanksgiving.

Peace and love to you and yours this holiday,

Michael Anthony

Cry Out: Trees

…cry out to be free.

Roots attach yourself to the Earth from which you’re planted and create life that is dwindling. Let the rain hit your leaves and fall down to the ground in which you are rooted. Giving you life and the ability to grow. Touch the sky as you are the natural skyscraper. Longing to stand , to bend, to branch out. We are like these trees crying out to live and to grow. We are a force of our own wanting to cry out. Cry out because of the violence, the negative changes that affect you daily, and cry out to be free. 

Daily Prompt: Elevate

Grow. Reach. Try. So much darkness surrounding you and surrounding the thoughts that enter your mind. It’s time. Time for the change and time for the difference. It is time to elevate. Why are you staying stagnant and complacent in the sour mix of your life ? It’s time. Time for the change. Time to rearrange and be better. Time to try more. It’s time to elevate. 

Cry Out: Flowers

Among the roses lie the dying flowers, broken into pieces, searching for life.  The life has left them and all that is left are the wilted petals. So many layers to this flower but we only choose to see it as dying, we do not wish to pick this flower because it’s not “beautiful”. The flower cries out to be picked, cries out to be pretty too. Cry out flower, someone will hear you someone will replenish your roots with water. Someone will save you, if you are worth saving. Someone will heal you if you produce the scent that they want. Someone will pick you but should you be picked? Cry out until your tears make you grow again. Cry out until you bloom.

The Successful Failure

What is your definition of success?

Each day I wake up with a new idea, a new dream, and aspiration only to realize that just like leaves on a tree they all blow and wither away. Am I not thinking hard enough or trying hard enough. Or maybe it’s my dreams, maybe they aren’t good enough maybe I’m trying to achieve something that just isn’t for me. Could it be? Could it be that all this time I was just living in the clouds about my abilities and talents. I wonder, I wonder if I’m really mean to do great things or am I just great at mediocrity. For real! Have you ever asked yourself the same questions? What were your answers? I don’t know maybe this liquor has me feeling a way, has caught up in my feelings as I long for hope and a place to stay. Wanting someone to believe in me and to take my words as truth and light to see my ideas and invest in me with time and patience. To understand that I’m just trying to make a living, just trying to find the way or could it be that this is the way. Too many glasses of this cheap chardonnay has me feeling as if I could live for centuries and die in days. Can I? Will it let me? Will I be able to escape this mundane existence I’ve created for myself, locked away in an office everyday typing away about people’s lives that are more exciting than mine. People who actually achieved things and who get paid for it, people who climb mountains and have seen seas. While I sit here hoping to achieve the same, what is hope? What is hope if I can’t bring it to fruition, If  I can’t swim the sea, If I can’t–I just cant! I can’t do anything but sip this wine and think of the dream never realized, what type of life is this to live in this office everyday, glancing at people who have no sympathy. They don’t care about the things that bother me. They don’t understand me! What success have I achieved if all I do is interview people about the exciting shit they do?! None. That’s the answer, then I think to myself, ” I really look crazy right now, talking to this glass of wine”. But oh well.