My older kids say, that before the 2007-10 pedogate debacle with my youngest daughter, that I'd say, that THAT was the worst thing that could happen to a parent (there are even worse, though, I will not voice them).
My adopted mom, would tell everyone she knew she was going to die young. She went at 61.
When I was dropped off at my boarding school in Italy when I was 14, I made up my own family. One that I thought I wanted. One made up of half and step siblings (at the time, I only had my older also, adopted brother - who was, "difficult." We had then, as now, no relationship at all). I think in my fictional family I was one of nine or ten. Today, legitimately, I am. I have three genuine half siblings, three step siblings, actually, six step siblings (my birthdad has three step kids - also named after Selassie like mine, what are the odds?), and my adopted brother. So scratch that, I'm actually one of 11.
And really, all of the rest of my lies about my fictional family came into fruition too. I DO have a mother (my birth mother), who is pulled, and tucked, and botoxed (as I'd fantasize, and verbalize to fit in), I have a Tommy Chong - dope AF - herb toking - off the grid - uni bomber esq father (my bio dad), AND I also have an evil, uncouth step mother (adopted dad's wife). She's been my step mother for around 20 yrs, and I've maybe met her thrice! I wasn't even invited to the wedding! (Fair play. I'd never invite them to mine). Anyhoo, you get my point.
My feeling; either, life IS predestined, and we know, understand, can see, remember glimmers of it, of what it will be (similar to the 80's film, Made in Heaven). OR, we create our own destinies by voicing our desires, good or bad (...the universe is listening...).
This leads me to energy. Maybe the simple truth is, it is a combination of all of it! We are the driving force between our destiny but we also have a predisposed, predestined fate.
Anyway, gotta go.
Have a good one. Try to, think right, positive for yourself (as difficult as that may be). Godbless
My adopted mom, would tell everyone she knew she was going to die young. She went at 61.
When I was dropped off at my boarding school in Italy when I was 14, I made up my own family. One that I thought I wanted. One made up of half and step siblings (at the time, I only had my older also, adopted brother - who was, "difficult." We had then, as now, no relationship at all). I think in my fictional family I was one of nine or ten. Today, legitimately, I am. I have three genuine half siblings, three step siblings, actually, six step siblings (my birthdad has three step kids - also named after Selassie like mine, what are the odds?), and my adopted brother. So scratch that, I'm actually one of 11.
And really, all of the rest of my lies about my fictional family came into fruition too. I DO have a mother (my birth mother), who is pulled, and tucked, and botoxed (as I'd fantasize, and verbalize to fit in), I have a Tommy Chong - dope AF - herb toking - off the grid - uni bomber esq father (my bio dad), AND I also have an evil, uncouth step mother (adopted dad's wife). She's been my step mother for around 20 yrs, and I've maybe met her thrice! I wasn't even invited to the wedding! (Fair play. I'd never invite them to mine). Anyhoo, you get my point.
My feeling; either, life IS predestined, and we know, understand, can see, remember glimmers of it, of what it will be (similar to the 80's film, Made in Heaven). OR, we create our own destinies by voicing our desires, good or bad (...the universe is listening...).
This leads me to energy. Maybe the simple truth is, it is a combination of all of it! We are the driving force between our destiny but we also have a predisposed, predestined fate.
Anyway, gotta go.
Have a good one. Try to, think right, positive for yourself (as difficult as that may be). Godbless
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