I Believed Before Reality Matured Me

[cynthiacox]

I used to believe that imagination could solve any problem if one would think outside the box.
I used to believe that biological age was a number of years in experience, nothing more.
I used to believe that if someone told you they were your friend they would be a friend for life.
I used to believe that responsibilities were an honor that adults upheld by their actions.
I used to believe that music could enlighten any mood.
I used to believe that television shows were a contribution to building human nature in society.
I used to believe that constructive entertainment was a blessing to be shared by all.

I became an adult who used to believe before reality matured me.

I now believe that imagination is a gift that is best forgotten in social circles who do not understand.
I now believe that a person can not run from biological age for your circumstances will age you as you get older.
I now believe "friend" is a word that is only proven with time and circumstances.
I now believe that responsibilities for adults are only applicable if it applies under one's living quarters.
I still believe that music is enlightening in life and was never meant to be taken verbatim.
I now believe that television distorts the image of true human nature in society demoralizing a viewer.
I now believe that constructive entertainment is a necessity that one must want to feel and possess, a nature that can not be taught.

When reality matured me I found a cold, lonely, dark and unconventional world appearing as a dream turned nightmare around me. My evolution into maturity forced me to wake up to the subliminal messages and signals of society.

If a purpose is being served, you are welcomed to enter.
If you do not serve a purpose, the door is closed.
The door of reality is a weight of vision.

What does your maturity of reality represent to you?

***I suppose in a perfect fantasy world, there would be no hurt, no pain, and everyone would and could share a common bond. Unfortunately, this is not so...propelling me to share my own evaluations of my fantasy of reality...

[debra]

Does this have anything to do with "I have stood on afoundation of no substance? or is that just a part of it? When I was Eighteen, I wanted to help people and save the world. Then I railed at the injustices. Now at 56 I am still wanting the same thing, but realize, as my mom is fond of saying, Just do what you can do. I try to do a couple of things a day toward helping some one or encouraging them in what they want to do. I try to do a couple of things a day for myself, so I don't feel all is lost..or that I am too lazy..I am glad to read other's point's of view and to se a concern wirh the bad things in life that hinder us. This poem sums up many things decent people have on their minds. Let's work all we can with humanity and try not to get discouraged..Smile and give encouragement and do it at least once a day.!!!!!!!!


deb 2/04/11

[cynthiacox]

Your mother is a smart lady,Debra, as are you.

Your feedback is appreciated and there are great people in this world. The good intentions that one has versus reality are two controversial elements that plaque many I assume.

Reality, imagination, good intentions, and circumstances all flow together in a fantasy of their unique contribution to society.

For me, it is taking one day at a time and making the most of it and sharing writings no matter what they may be. I enjoy the diversity of sharing with others in life. For me, this is a good day when someone takes the time to share:)