Sometimes, you’re down on your luck; sometimes, you win a race; sometimes, you earn your keep; and sometimes, just sometimes.
We just wish sometimes that we could gradually learn the facts of life without any adverse effects, knowing we are learning as we go. But if we never make any mistakes, then we need to rectify this by making some. That would never be important enough to hinder our self-beliefs and also our initial understanding of why we need to make mistakes.
For those of you who know me and my health, I would like to bring you blogs about my life and some of my thoughts. These will be whenever I feel the need to tell you something.
Although this site caters to those who want to see something about somebody’s personal life and enjoy it regularly, this is not always the case.
For this to happen, I would need to write a daily or weekly post. As you know, if you adhere to this, you will see why this can not happen and why it is that way.
We cannot know when something that seems logical will catch the eye of somebody.
Granted, this site is only for those relevant to my thinking.
Over the course of a month, I have been trying to get this site back up and running since trying selfhosting.
It is now up and running, so if you see this site down, it may be due to a high volume of visitors.
One person said, ” Grow up. ” Another said, ” Grow up, my heart is in it.” I might as well try my hardest to Grow up.
Blood flows from the heart’s inner diameter and freely around the body. Bodies will never find a compelling heart from the love they make from feeling grown up. But blood only flows freely if not having congested veins.
When you least expect it, sometimes you need a authoritative summons, inwhich will allow you to gain insight into what you have done wrong.
I for one have had this.
As a story Ends, an new beginning onfolds.
But what is this beginning. Life for short and a better way to live that. With no remorse and Self Degregating that blossoms from knowing that as a person of interest. I can now put to death a notion that was, and now is not.
By means of co-operation. I will now live my life the way it was intended.
Single life is what comes after.
From time to time, you like to read, and this is no object of either the physical or digital.
You either like to turn the pages and like the feel of a book, or you, like me, like to tap to turn to the next page.
But if we did not have any written media to read, would we just try to cope with being illiterate? And what if we did not also discover how to write? We would only rely on people telling stories that would digress during storytelling. In which the plot and twist would never be the same. And for one person to know one by heart would mean another would also recall the same story but in different details.
Sitting on a stool in the middle of nowhere, we never hear a sound. The sound sometimes travels un-relentless, whether it is stagnant or moving. But you do not know that when sound becomes hearable, it could go within a split second.
It is like when a fly flies by and passes you; you may hear it as it passes.
Then, when you want to study, you must be in a quiet place, such as a library or your home, away from distractions.
It is not until you have learned how to stay silent that you learn the fundamentals of meditation, including how and when to break out of it.
Most of us need to be motivated to do almost anything, but first, we must get the tools and attire to be completely ready.
This comes when most of us have a job or education requiring commitment, just as it would be if we did not learn anything before today’s tasks. This is key to completing the task and having time for ourselves.
But why the interest in why we need to be ready before we even think of what will endure a day of hardship and resolve?
Well, you will only know when your mental ability will allow for different times and resolve why you must contact a certain person for help if needed.
Growing up, we learn things such as our name and the language our caregivers speak. But it is not the only thing that we learn.
We grow up too fast, unlearn things that are the nature of the human race, delude the facts and figure out what we must do to keep justice and peace with everyone. But what if we learned at a snail’s pace?
What then?
Ready or not, here we come and go from the underground of virtue to the distillate of woe. Rising up to see the sun bloom in the morning’s dust and then another day’s rise. Gone are the days of woe, but they may return on an endless crusade of intolerance to learn.
Just another endless night and day from the creation of life and planets, we seek our fortune in the anti-crusade of enlightenment.
But mass-produced to a known figure of 8*.
For some time now, I have made myself well, by not trying to decipher bird’s tweets, as I can do this on the odd occasion. But it is normally just the same old stuff that is deciphered. Before becoming unwell I used to have a job that I sometimes despised on some occasions about it raining or snowing. My main role was mainly outdoor work. But this was a routine that I had become so enthused about when working.
Then for some apparent reason, I started to hear voices, that were not my own. This was because I had a crush on someone from years ago, that rekindled my love for life, I then started to read in-depth into things, that were not real, and this then took it to another level when trying to talk, or convey something that would never be.
I then started to think illogically and seeing a post about a song from a friend, put me into guilty mode and thought that my life was in danger.
I then had to go to work with knowing this and before I did, I spoke gibberish online, so a colleague noticed and told one of the bosses. They then asked me some questions and went with me to my outdoor work, when I was being paranoid they then proceeded to notify my mother where they were going to be taking me.
This was the hospital. I had to wait until being seen too, and by then my mother had come and consoled me that I would be well once I get seen too. The only bad thing that came about this is that my stay would be in an area unbeknown to me. And it was an hour’s drive to my stay.
After my stay there, I was brought back to an area I knew best, as I escaped the defences of the electronic doors, but somebody helped me get back, as I had no money or knew where I was.
It was a further 2 weeks stay in hospital.
This was over ten years ago and I sometimes still live the day that I was taken in.
Since then I have been in three more times due to ill health, yet some information is random in which I had stayed. I was having a breakdown once every two years until I was placed on some medication that I had to have in an injected form, but bi-weekly. This then resulted in me being hospitalised after 3 years on those injections, so I had broken my duck every two years by one year over.
There was a reason why I had been hospitalised and to me is that I was due my injection a day then 2 and 3 days before it was due. I was also agitated when trying to watch a film, as I would stand and tap my shoes from foot to foot.
Now that I have asked when getting a new injection to have it weekly, my care provider can then see me regularly, and they can then be notified of any changes in my moods.
I have also had to have the dosage reduced twice since being on it. This was due to Vacant Staring and Exessive Saliva when sleeping.
It now has been over several years since being hospitalised.
