That wind is from the North, I know it well;
No other breeze could have so wild a swell.
Now deep and loud it thunders round my cell,
The faintly dies,
And softly sighs,
And moans and murmurs mournfully.
I know its language; thus is speaks to me —
‘I have passed over thy own mountains dear,
Thy northern mountains — and they still are free,
Still lonely, wild, majestic, bleak and drear,
And stern and lovely, as they used to be
When thou, a young enthusiast,
As wild and free as they,
O’er rocks and glens and snowy heights
Didst often love to stray.
I’ve blown the wild untrodden snows
In whirling eddies from their brows,
And I have howled in caverns wild
Where thou, a joyous mountain child,
Didst dearly love to be.
The sweet world is not changed, but thou
Art pining in a dungeon now,
Where thou must ever be;
No voice but mine can reach thine ear,
And Heaven has kindly sent me here,
To mourn and sigh with thee,
And tell thee of the cherished land
Of thy nativity.’
Blow on, wild wind, thy solemn voice,
However sad and drear,
Is nothing to the gloomy silence
I have had to bear.
Hot tears are streaming from my eyes,
But these are better far
Than that dull gnawing tearless [time]
The stupor of despair.
Confined and hopeless as I am,
O speak of liberty,
O tell me of my mountain home,
This can also be an alternative and making five year plans on the other hand it can be a guide making those long-term plans, whatever it is, it always pays to remember the ” WHY” behind your actions and your decisions of focus and you’re not doing something to what you believe in how often have you felt frustrated when you did not get what you wanted.
I need to realise later that you really didn’t need it and you be fine without it why it’s worth it to have a page where you can write down what do you want and clarify whether it’s a legitimate need I just want is something you can do without
When are you are resources are limited money and time is focus on what needs right . If your phone and I spoke focus on them you can go on anything when you start a new habit get Automattic to tase at least 21 days to make it effort this at the start of a new habit you’re feeling as the days pass by the excitement that you once had slowly fade that’s why for me and you have it is hard and if you don’t put enough in it it won’t succeed
The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas.
I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the hell are you buying bananas?”
But we needed bananas. We’d be waking up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and there wouldn’t be any bananas—so there I was.
And lots of other stuff still needed doing too, so over the coming days I would navigate parking lots, wait in restaurant lines, and sit on park benches; pushing back tears, fighting to stay upright, and in general always being seconds from a total, blubbering, room-clearing freak out.
I wanted to wear a sign that said: I JUST LOST MY DAD. PLEASE GO EASY.
Unless anyone passing by looked deeply into my bloodshot eyes or noticed the occasional break in my voice and thought enough to ask, it’s not like they’d have known what’s happening inside me or around me. They wouldn’t have had any idea of the gaping sinkhole that had just opened up and swallowed the normal life of the guy next to them in the produce section.
And while I didn’t want to physically wear my actual circumstances on my chest, it probably would have caused people around me to give me space or speak softer or move more carefully,—and it might have made the impossible, almost bearable.
Everyone around you; the people you share the grocery store line with, pass in traffic, sit next to at work, encounter on social media, and see across the kitchen table—they’re all experiencing the collateral damage of living. They are all grieving someone, missing someone, worried about someone. Their marriages are crumbling or their mortgage payment is late or they’re waiting on their child’s test results, or they’re getting bananas five years after a death and still pushing back tears because the loss feels as real as it did that first day.
Every single human being you pass by today is fighting to find peace and to push back fear; to get through their daily tasks without breaking down in front of the bananas or in the carpool line or at the post office.
Maybe they aren’t mourning the sudden, tragic passing of a parent, but wounded, exhausted, pain-ravaged people are everywhere, everydaystumbling all around us—and yet most of the time we’re fairly oblivious to them:
Parents whose children are terminally ill. Couples in the middle of divorce. People grieving loss of loved ones and relationships. Kids being bullied at school. Teenagers who want to end their lives. People marking the anniversary of a death. Parents worried about their depressed teenager. Spouses whose partners are deployed in combat. Families with no idea how to keep the lights on. Single parents with little help and little sleep.
Everyone is grieving and worried and fearful, and yet none of them wear the signs, none of them have labels, and none of them come with written warnings reading, I’M STRUGGLING. BE NICE TO ME.
And since they don’t, it’s up to you and me to look more closely and more deeply at everyone around us: at work or at the gas station or in the produce section, and to never assume they aren’t all just hanging by a thread. Because most people are hanging by a thread—and our simple kindness can be that thread.
We need to remind ourselves just how hard the hidden stories around us might be, and to approach each person as a delicate, breakable, invaluable treasure—and to handle them with care.
As you make your way through the world today, people won’t be wearing signs to announce their mourning or to alert you to the attrition or to broadcast how terrified they are—but if you look with the right eyes, you’ll see the signs.
There are grieving people all around you.
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The “Dark-Night” of-The-Soul,* It-is-when-you-know you’re-not-in-control?!?!? And-all-hope is-REALLY GONE, For-you-DON’T-WANNA keep-“goin’-on!” It-can-last for a day, a month or a year, BUT – It-always-lasts FOREVER! and you-won’t shed a tear, Because fear’s-gone! there’s-only:-PERPETUAL-TERROR, Since you KNOW, you know: You-are-simply-IN -ERROR! You-WILL! go-to-HELL – ’cause-you’re-already-there, And The Folks “outside” (Thank God!!!!!!!!!) are-not-aware, As you pull your hair and beat your body, With-no-desire (except to die)! What-a-pa[r]ty! Later, when people say: “You-WERE out-of-it?”* You-can-reply: “I never left, and-even-now, every-bit, Of-this-life is-a-joke! a-big-ol’-JOKE!” (pause) Or – You can be real quiet, so-as-not-to provoke, Those who never or have not (yet?) “gone,” And-may-not-BE-AWARE, of what’s it like to be “a pawn,” For, WHO REALLY AROUND-“HERE” HAS ANY CHOICE? Some- people have-just-never “lost their voice!” And, if you can say there’s existence after THAT, You’re prob’bly lying, in-this “Year of-The-CAT!” Yet, you can’t “look away” from the dark and vacant stares, Of others going through THIS, pulling out their hairs! Plus, if you hear: “(S)he’s-just SELF-ABSORBED,” You can smile – and-know, The Speaker’s STILL “on board,” THEY JUST DON’T KNOW, for-this-is A Ship of Fools, And our beings are ALL subject – to someone else’s rules! The rules may be OURS, but our “eyes” can’t tell, Until we’re locked away? in-the-imaginary Bowels-of-Hell! Dark! Night! Are stars? really-bright? We’re-ALL caught! tight! in-WRONG! and-RIGHT!