Can't and Won't

There are few things in this world that grate on me more than someone telling me that they "can't". I would rather have a person tell me that they "won't" do something. At least if you refuse to carry out a task or a request, you have the courage to inform someone that you are not willing to do. To me "won't" means that you have the ability but for some reason, whether you tell me or not, you are not going to do what I have asked. This refusal involves several admirable traits.

"Can't", to me, implies fearfulness, lack of courage, and lack of intelligence and/or imagination. Can't is the opposite of Can. Can't then would mean that the ability is present, but that fear has taken control and blocked the persons will. This is weakness at it's core. You must have power over your mind and you willfulness. If you are too weak to override your own mind's fears then who are you to even try to present yourself as a powerful, person able to accomplish a perceived difficult or impossible task.

There is a solution to any and every problem, a person just needs the courage, determination and imagination to solve problems. Cowards and liars allow the word "can't" into their vocabulary.

Cabin Fevers

This winter season appears to have caught up to my family. Ear infections, mysterious headaches and bronchitis are currently moving through our lives. These afflictions make daily living all the more difficult over and above the usual semi-controlled chaos of a large family.

I am able to look past these current minor trials and see the future, to a time when the little people of the family will be ripping and tearing around regardless of the weather, season, or location. I see adventure in their eyes and restless wanderlust lurking in their spirits and I will not curtail this by giving them the trendy, heartless objects that will beckon our children in the future. However I promise to feed their spirituality with love and intensity. For some time now I have refused to grow up and I will rely on their passion to keep me young, and in return I will keep up with them where ever they will have me.

Life Like Onions

If we were onions, our outer brown papery skin would be analogous to our false traits and actions that we use to fool people and deflect attention about who we really are. This skin is indeed part of the onion just as our attempts to hide ourselves from others is part of our persona.

If an animal were to bite into this skin, it would get a mouthful of dry, lifeless waste. It's only function is to hide the true character of the onion from the outside world.

Why hide from so much life?