“Train for ill and not for good.”

Life isn’t fair.

Our world contains much good. And. it contains much less good than ill.(wjb)

Hey. I do not make the rules. I just try to follow them😣.

Sometimes one’s own company is the safest place to be.

Aim high?

Shoot low.

What do you think?

I don’t know.

Mithy knew.

What to do.

What to do.

What did he do? He made himself immune. One could say, he took matters into his own hands. One may think Mithy to be radical. Mithy made himself immmune to poison by swallowing small doses everyday.

**DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME** NO. NOPE. NO.!!!!!

Instead of stealing from another. Steel oneself—against all the unfairness life has to offer.

The takeaway: The best. Seeing the best in one another WHILE seeing we all struggle with something, every day. Brace ourself to impact. Brace ourselves for all of life’s contingencies.

Check ourselves before we wreck ourselves (AWA)

Learn to love the vanity of faults.

Or at least embrace the ugliness.

”Others may try to feed our ego, but it is up to us to constrain it.” (wjb)

One man does not a piece of meat make.

Say whatttttttttttttt?

”A coal-black crow once stole a piece of meat. She flew to a tree and held the meat in her beak.

A fox, who saw her, wanted the meat for himself, so he looked up into the tree and said, “How beautiful you are, my friend! Your feathers are fairer than the dove’s.

Is your voice as sweet as your form is beautiful? If so, you must be the queen of the birds.”

The crow was so happy in his praise that she opened her mouth to show how she could sing. Down fell the piece of meat.

The fox seized upon it and ran away.”

🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊🦊

Singing for supper. Again. Ugh.

How will you know if he really loves you?

He already does. Love you and following Him and His duties for us may be more than we bargained for. Knew if we could or can handle. Stay the course. Stay the steadfast course.

The fight continues.

The Soldier.

The Athlete.

The Farmer.

Versus

The Father.

The Son.

The Holy Ghost.

The wrestle match has begun. Again.

It is not the victor’s crown or the share of the crops.

Temptation can be as fickle a beast as the devil.

The devil is not a nice guy.

Faithful obedience versus Strenuous labor.

And may the best butt steak win!!

Sorry😊( Couldn’t resist the use of the word “butt”. )

Where or how do you see yourselves in ten years, twenty years.

Alive and kicking? Limp and Stuck in a rut? The possibilities are as endless as the swipes, clicks and baits—- as the crow and fox have demonstrated.

As we have learned, Mithy tried to skirt death by ingesting the poison he thought others had “saved” for Him. Better to be on offense than defense, he presumed. What say you?—- Not one to argue with his motivations and intentions?No opinion? O.k.

You do you.

Mithy does Mithy.

Be you.

Even in the face of the importance of perseverance in the face and faces of suffering and difficulty….. in the face of desertion by others. Stand by yourself while you stand by someone. Even if and when they may not know it.

The one thing in life you can control is your attitude.

Pick your “poison.” Is a phrase they used in “olden times.”

Oh…. how right they may have been.

Who WANTS to fight?……….

Cats and dogs. Dogs and cats.

The Duel

By E. Field.

”The gingham dog and the calico cat

Side by side on the table sat;

’Twas half past twelve, and (what do you think!)

Not one nor t’other had slept a wink!

The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate

Appeared to know as sure as fate

There was going to be a terrible spat.

(I wasn’t there; I simply state what was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went bow-wow-wow!”

And the calico cat replied “me-ow!”

The air was littered an hour or so,

With bits of gingham and calico.

While the Dutch clock in the chimney place

Up with its hands before its face,

For it always dreaded a family row!(Now, mind I’m only telling you what the Dutch clock declares is true)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,

And wailed, “Oh dear, what shall we do!”

But the gingham dog and the calico cat

Wallowed this way and tumbled that,

Employing every tooth and claw

In the awfullest way you ever saw—

And, oh! How the gingham and calico flew!

(Don’t fancy I exaggerate—-I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning, where the two had sat

They found no trace of dog or cat;

And some folks think unto this day

The burglars stole that pair away!

But the truth about the cat and pup

Is this: They ate each other up!!

Now what do you really think of that!

(The old Dutch clock told me so, And that is how I came to know)

What DO you really think of that?

Mithy resorted to drastic measures. Drastic measures. To repel the onslaught of bugs and buggards alike— amongst his life and livelihood. At all and any costs.

Be careful what you wish for if the path forward is not the same as the path upon which is the familiar, where, you, “came from.”

Many, many times. There IS no going back. no. Going. back. To the way it was.

What do you really think of that?

Low expectations are low for a reason, a season and a lifetime.

Anger has a way of turning us into doubting Thomas’s.

One great Thomas.

Thomas Jefferson, A founder.

Suggested an alternative to the angry, hungry “blow up”.

It is as simple as counting to ten.

Taking a simple breath.

If you are very angry.

Count to one hundred.

It may help you to,

Say a little prayer.

That when tomorrow comes, you know, like Mithy, in the deepest recesses of the soul,

You did all that you could.

If things turn out differently than expectations—low or high-

Pivot.

March.

Hopscotch, jump and jack.

Stare ‘em down.

Consider seriously that at issue it is not about what you may think you want or wish for.

At the end of the day, in the best of times and the worst of times, situations and circumstances,

Hold open your arms.

Don’t point the finger at someone else.

Confusion lies deep in all our careful and careless natures.