Realistic

Realistic … By Susi Bocks

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #149

hope, confidence and optimism
will go as far
as we allow it

some see nothing
but miracles occurring
all around them

some find it hard
to reach for any positive
in their situations

and then there are those
who understand
life is about acceptance

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge- Optimism

Optimism —- by Sadje

Sadje's avatarKeep it alive

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

The prompt for this week is a sentence, no a thought, a question or whatever you may take it to be.

PROMPT #149

“How far does optimism go?”

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I think there are two types of people in the world;

Those who are optimistic and those who aren’t.

Optimism cannot be learned or acquired, you either have it in your personality or you don’t.

So for an optimist, there is no end to their optimism. They will continue to see things with rose-colored glasses on, regardless of the many disappointments they suffer in life. The clouds will have a silver lining for them and there will always be light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. Of course, they will have periods of time when this optimism will nosedive, but as is the case with most people suffering from optimism, the disease…

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #149

The prompt for this week is a sentence, no a thought, a question or whatever you may take it to be. PROMPT #149 “How far does optimism go?” There is no compulsion for the words to be used in your piece. Just let it be a theme or guiding spirit, and let it take you … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #149

Conversations #writephoto

Don’t just hang around there, light up the world! The darkness in spirits needs you. I move, I watch you moving and grow at the same time. I control the tides, but live on borrowed light.  Then, maybe our Master is the same…. But his horses straddle across the sky without looking down… Who can … Continue reading Conversations #writephoto

Shadows

silhouetted shapes avert eyes change shape throw pointers to different directions never let me know what lies behind conniving fingers misleading signals proclaimed intent It takes a while to cut through their pervasive presence but it’s only smoke which I overestimated  Finally, I breathe in clarity knowing that roads ahead are lonesome but all mine … Continue reading Shadows

Reading signals

It seemed like a plum career opportunity at that time, but the rogue boss spoilt it all. Why is my partner not what s/he showed promise of being, when we were dating? The quality is low grade, these Chinese goods don’t last long. I hope the same for corona virus, that it doesn’t last long, … Continue reading Reading signals

Authenticity

“Try and think of times when you were not wearing a mask.” “Quite a few….” “In whose company and where were you? Can you recall?” “Yes, vividly…” “That is the place you can truly call home. The rest of your life has not been authentic. It doesn’t matter how many books you have written or … Continue reading Authenticity

Where is There?

"There was a stage I wanted to be in your place, and then I didn't". We were meeting after twenty years. "Are you sure I am wherever you think I am?" "Well, that's something to ponder about. A lot passes through us in two decades, and our claim to know each other may be hollow." … Continue reading Where is There?

Mindly Spirit

Mindly Spirit ..,. by cozyquietcorner

Priya's avatarCozy Quiet Corner

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I walked ahead, following the bright rays streaming from the gaps between the canopies of the tall trees. I was getting tired, but something compelled me to forge ahead. My last memory had been of sitting before the fireplace, sipping brandy and finalising the seating arrangements; when I found myself alone, trekking in a forest just two days before my wedding. Where was I? How did I arrive here?

I looked at the sky. Preferring indoor activities, it was difficult for me to determine if it was dusk or dawn. I could feel the beginnings of a stress headache, which would soon accompany my aching feet and growling stomach. As though the wedding preparations spiralling out of control and essentric in-laws wasn’t enough, my meticulous schedule would be shot to hell with this ill-timed venture. Someone had to have realised I was missing and would’ve alerted the authorities…

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Clowning

tiny eyes twinkled in darkness  of my psyche -innocent laughter long long after they left They laughed at my ignorance the newest fool in town they knew not where I came from my language  was alien  my attire strange to their  limited vision Then on… I donned many colours spun new stories from my embellished … Continue reading Clowning