Epigram

Criticism: Some people love you, some people don’t. 

Fire Me Up, Don't Burn Me Down

It’s easy to tear something down. To take down brick by brick the works of others. Sometimes this is needed. That is all some can do. Tear things down. No skills to build, just to demolish. Perhaps, criticism is well-founded. Perhaps, the ones that criticize have been there and done that. 

Talk So Much, But Not Saying A Thing
More often than not, the ones that are harshest and have the most sting are the ones that have been hurt the most. A defense tactic learned early to protect this hurt child. Criticizers and talking heads attack because an over-abundance of anger and hate.  Negative critics remind me of CNN or Fox "so-called-experts." Wrong with this. Wrong with that. Blah, blah, blah. Nothing of substance these bobble head speak. Their tirades are. . .uninspired.

Void Needs Filling. Don't Be A Soul Assassin

They grab and attack others energies to boost their own waning supplies. Can’t create this positive energy themselves, so they prey on others. Looking for a weakness. Looking for an opening. Looking for something that is missing. They find it. They always find something missing. Trouble is they can't fill themselves. There is a hole in their heart. There is a hole in their soul. They are spilling bile because inside gangrene festers.Before criticizing ask this, What will you leave in the world?

To the critics, I am reminded by Orlando Bloom, Kingdom of Heaven, quote “What is a Man Who Does Not Make the World Better Place.”

Value In Everything

When the words of angry detractors pollute my prana. I try to find the message. At times, there is difficulty. Difficulty in decoding the message. There is anger and hurt. Difficulty in the message because the messenger may not have command of the words to communicate their meaning. Difficulty in the message because we have personal blocks that don’t allow us to hear the true meaning. There is a message. May take some time, to uncover the noise. But the feedback is valued. Learned a new word, Epigram. Thank you. Your other stuff, still working on it. Will give the attention its due

Let Them Cry

If a person is taking the time to retort, give feedback, criticize, than that is okay. He cared enough to write. He cared enough to read more. He cared enough to share. Sometimes the display of affection is misguided and looks like graffiti.

Guess, I would be more upset if one didn't care. From the feedback read, one must care a lot. Touching an exposed nerve can be uncomfortable. Guess, one has to take a punch at times. At this time I say, "Ouch." Just don't see the world in those angry eyes. Just garbage.

Negative criticism--I liken it to a baby crying. He cries because he needs attention. He cries because he hungers for something missing. He cries because he is having a tizzy fit. To this, let them cry. In time, his sobs will abate. He will discover other ways to communicate. Negative criticizers will grow up. It's still taking me time for me to grow up, too.

Analogy Rant: ON

So when the noise gets too loud, turn down the volume. If the ugly words graffiti-ize your space, then paint over it. Raise the rent because the space in your head is too valuable. Talking heads are bargaining for a discount because they can’t pay. The bee stings cause anaphylactic shock, then take the epi and move on. One will be short of breath. One's throat will be constricted. However, take meds. One's respiratory rate will return. One's heart will go back to normal. Understand it and move. If one doesn’t understand, get some space. Get some distance. Move on. Look at the bigger picture. This bombardment of pathogens is constant. An immunity will be built. Angry words will bounce off thickened skin. The WBCs will phagocitize this alien body. The kidneys and bowels will just excrete this out. 

Let Go. Go with God

Much props to the ones that have gone before us. We should memorialize those that have made us stronger and better. To the talking heads and angry criticizers, I forgive because at times it make us stronger and better. I understand that is all one can do is tear down. Sorry. Everyone needs to be loved. Just some are harder to love than others.

Mind, Body, Soul--Kingdom of Heaven

Heaven In All of Us

Kingdom of Heaven—Story of a man in pursuit of Forgiveness. His adventure to the Holy Land is the secondary story. His recently passed wife in melancholy commits a mortal sin at the loss of her newborn. Orlando Bloom, the lost son of a Knight of note, journeys to Jerusalem , “A place to ask for Forgiveness.” Following his recently-introduced—recently-passed—father, Orlando Bloom goes through a series of events in his journey to find salvation. He saves not only his soul, but saves a city from certain death. A common man born of uncommon roots finds gifts in would be tragedies. 

Kingdom of Heaven--Yahoo  and
Kingdom of Heaven--Wikepedia

Dark Nights

In every event, we can face life with a melancholy  view. We can view it with open heart. Tragedies are not tragedies until you decide that they are. If you believe life sucks, then it sucks. If your heart weighs heavy, then it will weigh heavy on more than your  body and mind. It weighs on the soul. Trust me. I know. My heart has suffered much. Did not realize the damage done was caused by the pain on my soul. It manifested in CHF. Did not face what effected it. Did not accept the bigger picture. Lost sight of the long view. Hid in work. Hid in denial. Traveled and lived in cities far and away. They were not my home. They were not where my heart was. Hid from what could have been a most glorious times of my life. 

I cried at this loss. Don't want to cry anymore. 

Searched for Forgiveness and now I journey.

Whatever Fates have for me, it will be faced with an open heart. Hope this will heal my soul and in turn my wounded heart.

New Day Coming

Accepted that the Anger and Rages was not mine to own. Thought that this anger, this pain was mine. It wasn’t. Owned it when I should not have. It was another's pain. Another's defense mechanism. It was not my burden, but I accepted it. Did not know that at the time. I remember only the anger and rage. Broken chairs and holes in the walls. Remember that a former life. A passed life.  It was little of me not to see the big picture. It was little of me not step and listen to the angels speaking to me. For this, I am sorry. Could rationalize and say that the stress and anger, depleted my sense of reason.  It did. However, that was no excuse. Could have done so much more these many, many—too many—lost years. I accept all of it. My pain, others. Now, its time for a new day.

Does Making A Man a Knight A Better Fighter? Yes!!!

That Chapter of my Dark Time over now. Its Over now. Here comes the fun stuff. This story has changed. It is now a quest. Hope to find salvation. Hope to be redeemed. Maybe this unburdening in these blogs, will bring real my conviction of change to fruition. First, a Thought. Then, a Desire. Next, an Action. Lastly, A Smile because that pain and anger has become a memory that turned into a lesson remembered.  

My love for movies, for comics, for books stems from lessons learned. Stories, fables, and morals remind me that something better is always there. Just takes work. Just takes some time. Just takes Forgiveness. Just takes courage.  Just takes a belief.

In the beginning, there was a word. . .The rest followed. 

Let that Word Be a Good One.