Remember back in elementary school when the teacher would take the class outside for recess? There was always something fun to do and it never seemed like enough time. Sometimes there would be extra play time if the class did particularly well on a spelling test or if there was a special holiday or celebration—fun times. There was also one or two kids who would ruin things for everyone else. I’m not really referring to the “Bad-eggs” but those who would always push the envelope when it came to the rules. For example, the rule might say that everyone must form a line at the end of recess when the whistle is blown. There would be that one kid who would continue to run around frantically. The teacher would do everything to get that kid to line up. Finally, everyone would be made to suffer next time by having to end recess minutes earlier because “Little-Mr. Rambunctious” refused to stop and form a line. It was ruined for everyone.

Remember in your freshman year of college—when you lived in the dorms. There was always that one person who refused to control themselves over the weekend. They would always have too much to drink or stay out too late—causing everyone else to worry. They never seemed to be able to keep situations within workable means. Situations like this really ruined a lot of things for people.

What about parents and relatives? Excessive eaters, drinkers, smokers, porn worshipers, etc. not to mention other social items that seem to have been over-used to the point of ruining it for us. How can anyone be expected to enjoy a sociable drink when they have alcoholics in the family tree? How can anyone enjoy a cup of coffee when there are people close to them who have drank it so much that it has turned into a bad habit to be frowned upon? What about sex? How can young people enjoy the exploration of their own sexual identity when there has been an excessive amount of attention given to label it “Bad.” There’s the stigma that follows a young girl who explores her sexual curiosities. The young boy who becomes acquainted with his own masculinity and appreciates the same in others of his gender. Maybe his family members have overindulged and become negatively affected. They frown, snarl, haze, bully, and disrespect him. It has been ruined.

Life is ours to live and experience to the fullest extent. Not to hurt one another—physically or mentally.

My belief is that the mass majority of human beings really want to accept one another. We want to take a recess from popular views that keep us separate. We want to enjoy our differences and bask in the glory of our individual revelations. We want to hug, kiss, cuddle, tickle, laugh, and sensitively talk together. We want to look one another in the eye and ask “What’s it like to be you?” We want to express gratitude for being educated in the ways of another—but we can’t. If we dare to tear down the false barriers—there may be consequences. Our brief recess will quickly come to an end. Our lives will retard until all growth stops. And we will become strangers to one another—ruined.

My List of things to do

Myy most overused theme is “There is never enough time in a day.” I have given serious thought to why this could be and I’ve come up with two variables. One is, There’s plenty of time—I just spend most of mine doing things for other people.

The other is, I don’t have enough time because I spend it all trying to organize my “To do lists.” I really need to get down to the foundation of exactly what it means to have enough time. I have to determine what time value means to me and what my daily challenges could be. I have to stop glossing over the items on my list and make an effort to finalize them. I have to resist the urge to add items that really shouldn’t be on the list. Most importantly—I have to stop making lists—and just get things done.

Bella Noir (a 100-word story)

Photo Credit: John Pierre Candelier

The dark girl cursed the sunlight and walked with the moon. Her scent was paralyzing in the crisp night air. She was young but beauty had no description for her. It was innocence that slaughtered those who came to prey upon her. Weakened by wishes of forbidden dreams she lured them. Ignorant of her prowess they drank her scent and danced in a drunken trance then fell to her feet—she laughed. Like the sweet taste of ripening fruit she savored their gluttonous desires. Never granting more than a kiss in exchange for a crimson drink—lying in wet thickness.