As we enter August, the days are getting shorter in the northern hemisphere, longer in the southern. Flowers are still so beautiful, and when they are set in a bed with others, they look even better.
Daily Archives: August 2, 2014
Give Yourself Permission To Be You
Nobody can be you, no matter how they try, and you cannot be anyone other than you. So the best person for you to be, is you. If you try to be someone else, you hide the real you; the you that people should see; the you that can be successful; the you that is unequivocally you. If you try to be someone else, how will you know what you can really do? How will you know who will really like you, who will really love you? Why would you not want to be you? You are perfectly you and no one can take that away from you. If I try to be you, if I try to ape what you do, it would be an egregious mistake as I hide the real me as I try to be what I am not. The same as if you try to be your father, your mother, your brother, sister, friend, idol. Anyone can pretend but in the end, the lies are seen through, and that can end everything. Something built on lies is always doomed to failure. Something built on truth, although not always successful, will be more accepted, more respected.
So, give yourself permission to be the best person in the world … YOU!!!
Thanks today to:
Friday Fictioneers: Flight Plan
Every week Rochelle hands out a photo to use as a prompt in a story of around 100 words. Take a look here for Rochelle’s page if you want to join in, or take a look here if you want to see what others have written.
The plane took off in complete darkness and he laid his head back on the rest, closing his eyes. His fine black gloved hands on the armrests. The woman in the seat next to him patted his hand telling him everything would be fine. He drew his hand away instantly as if burned, claiming he had a skin condition. The woman apologised, and looked out of the window at the wing.
She asked him where he was going, he replied that he had a woman he wanted to surprise. She smiled as Raynard covered his eyes with an eye-mask.
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You can read the complete story here on my page, and here on Jules’ page who does the story from the Raynard’s prey. I wanted to write so much more on this one, but I used 99 words already, so would have shot past the limit.
This week, Jules has also written a part for Team Saskia which you can find HERE
A Mixed Bag 