I have lived all over the country; spent weeks living in a broken down car by a lake and other weeks living in a mansion with a bathhouse the size of a small pond. I have come to appreciate all walks of life and all shades of people. My experiences have lead to me to find and institute certain beliefs while dealing with an enormous cross section of American upbringing and this is that no matter where or who one is: life is surrounded by what we presume to be tough. No one is immune. Getting through the tough is best served by love whether it comes from inside, someone else or faith from the unknown. See, I believe this is the easy part of life; Love. I find nothing tough about love nor do I consider tough love a concept. It would be as foreign to me as Pygmy culture. Im not saying I condone it nor disrespect it. This is a free country (more or less) and Im all about choosing the rights of many...I guess what Im saying is I give love; like a river; constantly and its easy, for me. That said the tough love (an oxymoron in my synapse) will not process here;nor lift nor sink nor ebb nor flow. I choose what I know. I choose love. Easy.
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 04:04:31 +0000