If I hold out my hand to you, will you help me Will you pull me out of this quagmire of commercialism I feel trapped and cannot free myself of this web Can I count on you to lend a helping hand Will you be the bridge that I can walk over And step out of this world which just pushes me Deep and then deeper again into consumerism Can you help me out?
Man in his arrogance and ignorance thinks that he has the right to overtake all the resources of the planet they live on.
Deforestation and plundering of water resources have brought us to the brink of severe water shortages and drastic climate change. Who are we kidding, the climate change is already here and is having a huge impact on the population worldwide.
It’s time to try to live with nature with all its glory and beauty. Instead of cutting down dozens of trees to construct your palace, build your home around a tree. Let its branches be the beams that support your ceiling. Let the trunk provide support for the stairwell and let the green oxygen-providing leaves grow in your rooms.
The only issue I can see would be that the insects, birds, and small critters that normally inhabit the tree. They may feel resentful at being displaced from their natural habitat. You can always offer them a place in your homes!
Are you ready for this challenge?
See, someone has already shown you that it can be done!
Seems strange, yes it does That one who brings presents To people all over the world Would require a present for himself
But a bit of reciprocation won’t go amiss Perhaps, he too would want to be rewarded For being thoughtful and kind to everyone It will also gladden his big heart to be remembered
But! You ask what could Santa possibly want? Someone who has everything, what would he desire Think deeply and the answer is self-evident Can you guess or do I spell it out?
Santa would love to receive the gift of love Not for himself but the love we bestow on each other He would be absolutely chuffed if he could see That people really, truly love each other Irrespective of their religion, race color, or culture
And this my dear would be the best gift we can give To ourselves too!
On entering the tunnel my heartbeat went into an overdrive The boom boom echoed in my eardrums rendering me slightly deaf Sweat drip from my pores as my claustrophobia takes charge I don’t want to go forward but there’s no other option
This is the only way………
The way to exit this maze of bewilderment This passage is narrow, obstructive, and limiting My reluctant footsteps seek to find the desired destination I fight with my instinct to turn back and cede defeat But fight I must as this is the only way
To find the light that resides at the end of the tunnel
You want something that doesn’t belong to you Something which is personal to me As personal as my name or my identity You can move in my shadows You can sneak into my periphery Like an imposter you pretend To be another version of myself
This falsehood will be exposed When you will be unable to provide Any real or authentic thoughts Anything with substance real All you have in your hand Is a ghost of reality
Turn back to your dark world Where you dream dreams of victory By robbing others of their reality Where you will forever remain Prisoner to your lack of imagination
Ghosts are great addition to make stories interesting Supernatural always catches the attention of the reader Things that aren’t possible logically are a breeze for the ghosts Traveling to the future or past is not a problem for them They don’t need to maintain the storyline, at all Their translucent presence can be transported over time in a jiffy So, by all means, incorporate a ghost or two in your story But don’t expect me in all seriousness to say That I do believe in ghosts, for sadly my dear, I don’t