Why do parents insist that their child stay away from peer pressure, yet want them to "fit in"?
Why do they refuse to accept their child(ren) for who they are?
Why should kids listen to their parents, when they are so clearly being hypocritical?
Why, why, why?
This probably sounds like the rantings of your average angst-ridden teen.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
That's not the point, though. The point is that all parents should attend a class on how NOT to raise their kids.
If an adult has anger management issues, they shouldn't have kids.
If an adult is too sensitive, they shouldn't have kids.
If they have any kind of mental/physical disorder that would hinder their ability to teach a child moral, ethical, and whatever-other-values-we-all-need, THEY SHOULD NOT HAVE KIDS.
And people still wonder why young children, pre-teens, and adolescents are so rebellious.
Knowing that you've got a blog (and people who read it) can really change the way you live a day of your life; you search for things that you wouldn't have thought about before, you stop and think whenever something "bloggable" happens. Also, you constantly think about things that should be said but never are. This includes gaining new...I guess you could call it perspective. Last night I was really thinking and, somehow, my thoughts came around to blind people.
Most of us (the ones who can read this) are grateful for the gift of sight. Most of us think we're so "lucky" to be able to see what's going on in this world, to see the beauty life has to offer. But what about the horrible things? Do any of us wish we could be blind, if only to avoid seeing the destruction that is happening every day?
Maybe blind people are the lucky ones. Maybe they're the ones with true vision. Because, be honest, how often have you looked at some random person at some random event and thought "Wow, they look like crap, I don't want to be around them" and then found out that they are brilliant people?
Do blind people possess a greater capacity for love? Were they BLESSED with blindness, instead of cursed?
I think we could all benefit if we walked in a blind man (or woman)'s shoes for a day, or even for only an hour. Try to go places with a cloth tied around your eyes. Perhaps it would be an enlightening experience.
Think about it.
goodbyeSo this is a song I wrote...and I need you to criticize it 
Walkin down those lonely roads
I see your face
And I know I am not alone
Lookin back I see
That you were always there
To find a friend like you
Is really somethin rare
Today is a new day
I know I'm not the same
Never thought I'd live to see
the light of a new way
Today is a new day
I can't believe my eyes
You are always here with me
And you know I'll try
To be there for you
All these new and unknown faces
Try to take me
To frightening places
If you held my hand
I know I'd make it through
So now I stand up tall
While I hold onto you
Today is a new day
I know I'm not the same
Never thought I'd live to see
the light of a new way
Today is a new day
I can't believe my eyes
You are always here with me
And you know I'll try
To be there for you
You know I'll always miss you (miss you)
And even though I try (trust me I try)
I can't hold back these tears that flow (oh)
As we say goodbye
Oh, oh, yeah
Today is a new day
I know I'm not the same
Never thought I'd live to see
the light of a new way
Today is a new day
I can't believe my eyes
You are always here with me
And you know I'll try
To be there for you
Hi everyone! Obviously, I am new to this whole “blogging” business, but I’ll try as hard as I can to meet your needs! Of course, as Abraham Lincoln said, "You can please some of the people some of the time, all of the people some of the time, some of the people all of the time, but you can never please all of the people all of the time." So if you’ve got a problem with what I write, deal with it
