Lets just speak a little bit of risk shall we go everyday thinking about tomorrow and what we will do or where we will go sometimes we just make ourselves stress over nothing. The reason for this is simple we are just scared to make risk because of what will happen and will it work out or if it won’t work out rather than just let it happen. In other words we cannot tell what the future will look like and when you have many things to lose that makes it even more harder of a risk to take. Another thing that also drive us would be money noone can say that they don’t think of money everyday of there life and I mean everyday. We get up in the morning with the plan of making money and the desire of doing so grows more everyday as we go. I love money I do I have never been afraid to say it out loud, I believe that money is power I really do think so. However here is a big tip in order to make money you have to risk time and money on yourself I will never get tired of saying this investing in yourself is the biggest investment that you could ever make and even if you do or do not make it than at least you can leave will the knowledge and what you learn. I mean just consider every factor and think of to main ones the I either make it or not.
And we go on and on, thinking that saying will give us a different feeling or give us an answer, and we just sit there and think to our self being of now what such I do now, how such I feel now, how am I going to make a change or feel better about myself and well being. The power of life, the power that makes us have so many questions that we have no answers or will get answers to them. I sometimes think to myself in a way that I wonder about where I am in life, now what, what can I say what can I do, should I feel different or the same, such I react fast or slow. Should I be looking for a soulmate or such I just stop looking? Now what, but I believe that I should just wonder and never answer myself, because answering myself will led to more questions and if I am honest I sometimes rather not have any answers, some people cry, some people dream, some people sleep, some people stay up, some people die, and now what? What should I end my life with? Maybe a big bang, or a dream? A look? Or a deal?
Blame me, blame me shall you or shall you not, what does it matter anyways. I unlike ya’ll have spent not years, not days but I have been trying to please my father that whom no one or anything is good enough for him, since the beginning of time. My story has been told a billion times, yet no one can sum it all up to making it into one original movie could ya’ll, oh little petty mortals. Now don’t be bitter at the things I am rather insulting you with, I mean what would you expect from Lucifer, Devil, Satan, Prince of Darkness, and so on oh please go ahead besides my father gave you the power to do so. Now here I go, believe me or not but this will make you question all of him and all of you.
My father has always wanted the best, everything he made, when he decide to make angels he thought every detail of me. Father made me perfect head to toe made me the most beautiful I was the best angel, I was the son he spent time on. He messed up, or did he? Father had a plan from the beginning, the problem he made me too perfect angels were made to follow him. I was not I never wanted to follow anyone and I never wanted to be followed, I had Ideas I wanted a universe were no one shall follow no one where there was no god. Father had that power of being follow he didn’t hate it, my ideas grow some of the other angels agree that made father even more bitter. Until one day he cast me out of heaven into hell the darkness, the fire, all the dead souls crying like wolves for days.
Since the day I was cast into hell my job has been punishing dead souls for their little failings, those whom at one point blame the failings on me I mean why on earth would I make ya’ll petty humans do things I rather find outrages. I still work for my father; I was made to do the job he wanted to do but wasn’t meant to do because father is good old god and him hurting souls seems out of their mind. who is the evil one? I am, my father is and you are, the perfect was always made to be an imperfect plan, my father is God has the power to do whatever he please he could have just killed me and made me again instead he gave me one of the most important/evil jobs in his empire. My father created two empires Heaven and Hell, now has passed that empire to me, understand I am not responsible for your failings, they disgust me and I am not please and when you reach me I will make you pay. You will be dead and I will have your souls, but you will still feel, and you will be hurting till the day, I stop being Lucifer. I may be evil for punishing souls, the soul who made others suffer on earth, am I really evil? My father when he gave me this job does not think I am evil.’
A pool floor the size, covering 90% of the room winter comes no problem no need to worried the floor shield will cover over it, each day will be different. The different amount of faces day by day will really show what has come together to make this room worth every person be here. Oh gosh, these would be my words one day and I know that at this moment these words sound bigger than what they are but when the dreams come true the what seems to be big words now will be tiny then. Even if I wait 5 years, 10 years or even 20 I will raise greater than those who are leaving the life of flying at this moment when they see me in the air flying next to them they will be so shocked that they will fall for not waiting to see the power in me. Those whom once own me will one day will work for me. In the mean while I am diving in those who I will climb out that pool with me, and in the moment they say they can’t swim anymore I will be their lifeguard. It’s funny how the ones flying are also the sharks tearing us apart, the pattern is simple people who dream are in a sea full of sharks, those who actually know they can make it to the shore, climb the tallest mountain, when they reached the peak, looks into the sky with their hands out and lets free, spreading their wings and flying away. When they reach the others they are so shocked that they do fall but at the same time they see the power the joint of greed. Then all of the sudden most of them become the sharks at the bottom of the sea, not letting more fly to their dreams. Yes, those whom have fly become sharks, so have they really made it to the top?
My mind, an airplane that travels everywhere tho this airplane is rather a bit different it travels everywhere at the time, wants to see the different skys, but can’t pay attention to one, yet this airplane can’t seem to leave the one place it stands in ya it’s still on and you are able to listen to all the engine sounds, yet can’t get one actual sound that’s loud for everyone to hear, and that’s the moment it decides that it just doesn’t want to make any sounds anymore.
Living in America I have asked myself what would be my American Dream! I have also done many research, on different topics. I been watching these interesting youtube videos in a channel called, Stories Seekers. Shows people and stories from all over the world and change many thoughts that the people watching the videos may think. There are so many people in the world that are so different and some are very happy having the most simple things in life. From the young lady that has 5 years of trash in a jar (average size jar), which is very small for 5 years worth of trash. The famous snowboarder that lives in a tiny home using natural resources. See there is no actual American Dream, just a dream because everyone wants different things. Many may want; money, education, a house, cars, a ranch with many animals, travel, ect… the list goes on and on. Always drive for what makes you happy and makes you feel good. Feel at the moment because we only know there is a tomorrow when we get there. Want to go on a adventure that is the craziest of them all, go for it!
The power of writing is just too great
It’s just having a pen, paper and writing your thoughts
Down on paper lets say someone, anyone wanted
to get something of their chest and doesn’t know how to
They can literality write their feelings down
Yes we have that power to do so but not many know how to use that power
The power of writing
Many have yet to discover it
And in a matter of time we will
Know and acknowledge those whom have the power
To change the world with words either in writing or in speech’