The Bird Who Refused To Fly – Part 1/13

Frank Solanki

Tell me little birdie, have you no wings to fly?
Don’t you want to feel the air as you touch the sky?
Have you lost your faith and strength in the glowing sun?
Are the winds compelling you to relinquish your fun?
Keep it little birdie
Keep a brave face
You may fall once or twice
But that is no disgrace
Keep your head up high
If you ever fall
You then would have tried
That would just be all
You would rise up again
Just as you did before
Spread your wings, little birdie
You’re not a child anymore

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Missin’ u…

You know the hardest part about being a parent?  Not being able to keep your child with you 24/7s or be able to see them in a moment when you need to. It’s true, mothers can just look at their children and know when nothing in their world is right. When mothers are down, their children often pull them out of their funk. It’s an instant mood elevator to see the face of your babe. Their smiles, laughter and general silliness wakes your soul to look ahead. Even if you’re wondering just what the fuck they’re doing. As a working mother, this has been my gripe for days on end. If you didn’t think your mind was powerful, you can literally think your way into a major tragedy that puts your heart in a bind. You will literally hyperventilate at the thought that a predator might be eating your baby alive. Only to find out all is actually well and there is not a single need to panic. Children will teach you so much about yourself and your body. They will literally call your bluff when you’re voicing something different. The way you miss them makes you ache and seeing them lifts you high.

I used to think it was ridiculous when people would say ‘I just couldn’t leave my baby’. ‘What could be so great about them?’, I would think. Then I had my son and I got it. It 100% rips my heart out when I have to leave him. I literally want to fight myself for not being further ahead in life or better accomplished so that I could afford life at home with my son. Creatives that take the non-traditional route so that they can be home are goals to me. I want to scream every time I have a horrible thought or a bad piece of news cross my path and I can’t hold his hand or glance at what mischief he’s getting into. They are so pure, and give so much all the time. Children give you 100% of what you give to them. They have no filter and are the most genuine human beings you will ever encounter. They teach you how to live, question life and wonder about things that you’ve never thought of before. It is also why you can almost immediately tell when an adult wasn’t nurtured by love but raised to exist. They’re like green limp flowers, misunderstood and out of reason. In each stage, the babes give us life, whether we want it or not. I I could define it, the sound of my soul…is the laughter of children the world over….

Outwitting The Devil….pt. 1

I didn’t seek therapy when I should have…

This was from advice that I can now assume was made based on fear. Now, when I find myself out of clarity, not able to focus; I reflect on my choices. This instantly plunges me into a depressive state. I used music in the past to help with my moods, but it hasn’t been enough to quiet my mind. This week has been a dragging for me and I find  myself not being able to focus a lot. I keep searching for enough to do to exhaust me, I keep busying myself with list on top of lists on top of lists.

Upon referral, I purchased and started reading ‘Outwitting The Devil’ by Napoleon Hill. The very first chapter made me want to burst into tears. ‘If you wish to be of enduring service, not only to those now living, but to posterity as well, you can do so if you will take the time to organize all of the causes of failure as well as all of the causes of success’. Further, as I quote, ‘My experience has taught me that a man is never quite so near success as when that which he calls ‘failure’ has overtaken him, for it is on occasions of this sort that he is forced to think….if he thinks accurately and with persistence, he discovers that so-called failure usually is nothing more than a signal to re-arm himself with a new plan or purpose.“

At my lowest, I learned to be extremely calculating and present. I most importantly learned how life can be at a minimum. What is important and what is definitely a luxury. At my lowest I saw myself as my own salve, needing to pull back the covers and emerge as a viable, productive member of society. There was a major failure under my belt, but with this came a start to completing my degree, re-employment at my favourite place in the world and a school opportunity for my son. While my grades suffer a bit due to working, I can’t afford to quit and not be able to pay my school fee or my son’s. Either way, at my lowest or at my biggest ‘failure’, I was forced out of my own way.

‘Men are forced to change their habits and to think their way out of difficulty.’…’I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.’….

Where are you going?

I recently met someone that dreams BIG. I mean really huge; but realistically. They also share openly. It is always your call whether you want to laugh or not, but they are not phased. I say this because people either fear or mock what they themselves can’t comprehend. Growing up I was taught the opposite. Don’t talk about what you want to do in life, move in silence. This hails from lack of trust in people around you but also centuries of a ‘crab in a barrel’ mentality. It is so interesting to see to someone be bare and to listen to how fluidly they express and share these HUGE things they would like to do.

I don’t know their background and I don’t ask if they were well off growing up. Grandiose wishes are usually left to the well endowed. I intentionally don’t pry because I find that people sometimes asks you questions to find the excuse that appeases their insecurities. Like ‘oh you grew up rich’ ‘oh you didn’t have a dad’ or my personal favourite ‘oh you wouldn’t understand my life’ and ‘I just have too many xyz’s right NOW’. So many excuses not even a plan to fail is designed; much less a thought to do something. To move and rise above the mundane. Every conversation about the future leaves me so full! Slightly amazed at how free this person’s thinking is and extremely motivated to do all I need to get mine.

In this present day we need dreamers and achievers around us. Its still odd getting so much done in this lifetime, but their willingness to move their feet, inspires me. The greatest part is that it’s all very doable. All touchable with a single application or step. None of it is outlandish and abstract or super unique. Just the raw, naked, openness of it all held me for awhile. How often is it that we meet people so pure, nothing can dampen their will to live and be great? I had a selfish moment and said I know you won’t be around for too long. They responded with a smile and asked why, wouldn’t I, maybe for a bit? I found myself needing that hit. Modesty at best, as there is so much in the world to gain. When someone drives you to do better, you do.

I looked within myself and wondered, do you even dream anymore?….