POTUS – for real.

Views expressed herewith are my own. My views are not intended as a personal attack on anyone  reading this. Of course you are at liberty to make your choices, and as we all know, with every choice we make there are always consequences. Know thyself.

I’m not impressed America!

You have voted and your electoral system has given you and the world ‘Trump.’  Let’s hope that Trump as POTUS provides the answer and hope to the many disenfranchised ‘forgotten’ Americans  with the change that they so desperately want and need, so that you are inclusive and are productive in the land you call home, your America.

Based on what I’ve witnessed via MSM so far, I’m not liking your chances and I’m not liking the worlds chances at the throes over Trumps oscillating whims. It is what it is. You have voted and now we all need to give POTUS a chance to govern and be the president that you all hope he will be.

I am also astounded at the level of ignorance demonstrated from the mouth to microphone interviews journalists produced as they asked some of the Trump supporters; I’m certain you are all more intelligent than this and that it’s not a complete reflection of who you are, ”Do you believe that all women deserve respect? Yes I do. What about that T-shirt you’re wearing, what does it say? It says, ‘Hillary sucks, but not like Monica. Trump that bitch.’ — And you say you respect all women? Yessum, I do sir.”  WHAT? Or , “He’s not gonna take our guns and he’s gonna kick out Muslims.”

Amongst the disappointment being felt everywhere today, including the popular 47.7% of American voters for Hillary Clinton, there is also a lot of good will and well wishes, as well as, international diplomatic respect for Trump, with the provision of a ‘positive’ change of things to come.  Well, at least let’s all hope so, let’s all hope that he will not let you and the rest of the world down.

I was especially warmed when Hillary Clinton offered her full support to Donald Trump when she delivered her concession speech when she said, ‘I hope that he will be a successful president for all Americans.  We must accept this result and then look to the future. Donald Trump is going to be our president. We owe him an open mind and the chance to lead. Our constitutional democracy enshrines the peaceful transfer of power. My friends, let us have faith in each other, let us not grow weary and lose heart, for there are more seasons to come and there is more work to do. ‘

What a woman and what a brilliant speech!

I know her speech was well received.

The things that cross my mind, sometimes.

I find it interesting how our minds are focused on silly things sometimes.  24 hours is a long time in which to ponder all that is, all that ever was, and all that will ever be. Through the meanderings of my mind I come across memories of yesteryear and from them I gauge my perspective and emotion of that time and I try to compare it with this time, right now.  Not much has changed I gather, or has it?

Of course it has.

What I thought then, I don’t think now.  How I perceived things then, I see it differently now. Which leads me to think that whatever my focus is right now, will not matter at all in days to come.  It will just be a thought and an emotion filed into the abyss of my mind and maybe to resurface one day via idle chatter among friends.  It means nothing to anyone but me, or does it?

It might do.

My focus right now is on friendships, and we all know how they run.  Some friendships come into our lives and last a life time and others are seasonal, and some come and go like a laundry wash; clean one minute, soiled the next, and into the washing machine it goes, until you pull it out and hang it out to dry.  The thing with this analogy is that from the constant washing of clothes, over time the colour fades and eventually the fabric thins down too, and it starts to sag, and it starts to lose its appeal to the point that you decide to either trash it, or you give it a new home, perhaps at a recycling centre; and we all know where some of those recycled clothes end up, don’t we? Yep, into land fill.  I did say some of these clothes.  And so it is that our seasonal friendships end up in the scrap heap of our minds and our everyday lives.

Perhaps I’m gaining less tolerance of fools as I grow up some more?

In search of new friends, I’ve embarked on a quest to embrace every opportunity presented to me to make this happen.  I’ve joined various social groups and so far it’s proving a lot of fun. I am socialising now in a totally different way. I have decided to not overly invest myself or letting others overly invest in me and keeping it all simple and somewhat more real.  After all, if it is true that friendships tend to have a 7 year expiry date (where did I read that?), why invest too much of myself in it?

I wonder how this approach will pan out for me? Time will tell.

I figure for now it will do, and after all, it’s all evolutionary and it may all be evenly paced whimsically; if that is a thing.

All lives matter.

What is in a day? Plenty? Very little? Maybe a bit more than very little?

Most of us are preoccupied by many different things on any given day, and some of these things could be big things, or they could be minor things, silly things, serious things, or they could be trivial things.  Overall, they are things that matter to each of us, they make up the things that we know that make up the sum of our lives.

Our world sheds light and dark each day and night, and mostly humans are the creators, the generators, the destroyers, the affixed, the builders, the demolisher’s, the heritage keepers, the healers, the discoverers, the scientists, and sadly in some parts of the world, the bombers and the annihilators.

It pains me.

Images in the media of what once was a city or a town, where there once was infrastructure, farming, market places, communities of people, governance and a home for many, show the destruction of these things that has taken place in recent times, it shows of the many people suffering and dying. It’s horrendous.  Many lives lost for what purpose? Innocent people and children lost to the world forever.  When will all this madness and these wars stop?  Enough is enough!

Social media is filled with photos of war, death, bodies scattered over bombarded building debris, and in every possible space, it is beyond horrific to witness.  This Syrian Doctor Has a Message to the Whole World. Where is the humanity to help the survivors and the destitute people? It is not acceptable for any government to allow the death fields to continue and to not intervene and stop the madness.

Dead babies found on coastal shores Syrian baby refugee is heart breaking, beyond comprehension, extremely tragic, and not acceptable. All lives matter.

Please stop the madness.

If everyone would just stop the madness, the world would be a better place for it.

Everyone deserves to live a safe life.

Everyone deserves refuge, a safe place to live and a place to call home.


Ideas. Don’t you just love those? 

Each day at the very back of my mind, I seem to be collecting notes of; situations, ideas, nature, environment, various interpretations, body language, nuances etc., and it strikes me as kind of curious that I’m not physically writing these thoughts down. It’s as if by the end of the day I’m too tired to even be bothered. 

A true writer would be. 

I know I could write it down as I go along, and by doing it I would easily retain it all without much ado. So when I want to write something I’m not caught out by staring at a blank page. 

The thing is. In all my wisdom, I don’t do this! 

Perhaps, the content of my thoughts don’t warrant writing them down? Why do I think this? Because these thoughts are transient and don’t stick around long enough to make something of it. 

I used to once entertain the idea of passing my many hours writing something worth reading about. Now, after many, many years of dreaming, I’ve decided to stop pretending that I can write anything. Clearly I’ve had ample time to write but haven’t. I believe a writer writes something, just about anything, because they can and are strongly passionate about doing so. Determined and forthright. Passionately confident. Experienced and wise. Doers in every sense. Perhaps, this isn’t me?
Oh well.