Watch the warning signs Someone inside perhaps retreats within themselves Silence is seen as escapism when in fact what happens inside a living being is our message from our gut really is the bodies way of reacting to lack of water, nourishment, surviving drought or famine inside all living matter fighting for survival. The role then is sent to the brainwaves simply GIVE UP.
WE ARE ALL FRAGILE NO ONE IS INVINCIBLE
Or maybe a sensitive Soul is mentally tired.
Mental illness has naught to do with giving up is a dangerous precursor to SUICIDE.
Animals, Humans, plants give up too. Why?
This Earth is Fragile we to are fragile
Every living being has this point called Fragility
We never know, what lays behind those eyes until the day we turn around to find another life LOST
Fragile– life is everyone’s responsibility.
Promises made at the moment, that are forfeited by the way perhaps unintended Promise’s never kept could destroy a life Scared, disappointed, anger, loss of dignity, loss of trust, loss of love, all are a precursor to an already FRAGILE Soul.
Thought for the day “When you make a promise — that is your word” You are only respected by your “Word”of promise you have made. Another Gentleman may say you are as good as your Word!
Here at Dazzle the team intends to look at Broken Soul – SUICIDE — a subject we will all deal with around our lives with family, friends also with strangers who are FRAGILE.
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How many roads does a man travel to call himself a man ?
Thoughts of yesterday day this song above by these younger days in AUSTRALIA NOT VERY FAR FROM MY HOME resounded in my memory of of a time I knew a wonderful young man just starting to find his way.
I heard something from that time of sadness in all our lives to remind us just how blessed we are to have savoured life at all.
Dess never had that privilege of growing up, having children to carry on the family name of goddess
One very ordinary SATURDAY NIGHT he sat in a corner strumming his guitar singing soft fully this song written long before the release by these young guys these Aussie BEE GEES living in Queensland.
As a tear runs down my face I still hear his voice without a care in the world
That night he never reached home he fell asleep behind the wheel of his car
Harry ( my brother ) and I survived because he insisted we must be taken home and yet he still needed to travel one hundred miles to his MUM AND DAD to milk the cows.
As the sun rose that fateful morning the Police arrived at our home with the news no one ever needs to be told Desi was killed he fell asleep behind the wheel of his brand new prized possession, his sports car, a present from his family for Christmas.
We never forgot that day of death reared it’s ugly head , today I still feel a pain of of guilt terrible dark moments of dread about Christmas Day , “get over it said outsiders “
Desi didn’t ever have the opportunity of life. Breaks my heart, always will, but I’m not important in this true story
His Mum and DAD lived in hell, “ no parent should ever burry their child”
Until you do burry a CHILD you never know what that price you shall live with.
Years later I know how DESI’s MUM AND DAD felt like, shortly after they too passed away “broken”
Cause I do I buried my son too many years later
As I listen to these fine young men up above, only one remains alive today in AMERICA ~ there were 4 boys grown up here in AUSTRALIA ~ Bee Gees our favourite Sons
Thank you sharing my moments with me today , kindness and gratitude to all, peace always