Good Intentions

I never intended for this site to have a blog. I never saw myself as a blogger. I guess surprises hit harder when they come from within. Not long ago, I felt an urge to blog. So I figured I’d give it a go. This blog will share my thoughts on any and all thingsĀ that I consider to be wonderful. Most of us would agree that staying abreast of current and past tragedies is necessary for our cognizance and survival. Well, the same applies to love, innovation, and joy. So what does this have to do with celebratory diamonds? Sometimes, it has everything to do with celebratory diamonds. Other times, it has nothing at all to do with them. If you understand this logic, you will probably enjoy my blog very much.

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Do Right

The things you do and the things you should have done come back to you.

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Where Do You Think You’re Going?

If you don’t know for sure where you’re going, don’t let anybody follow you.

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The People You Know

If you want more celebratory diamonds but you’ve run out of friends to make them with–always remember that your enemies have hair too.

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Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue

I would not call Crystal Gayle’s Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue a sad song. Its lyrics are sad but the music prevents any tears that I might have shed. The lyrics do not inhibit the music’s ability to make me smile. So the music wins. It softens the blow of the lyrics. My brown eyes don’t turn blue and they are not supposed to. This warm song is a pleasure to listen to. I never would have thought that a song about someone’s sadness could be this delightful.

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Nightmares

If you don’t like your dreams, start giving your subconscious happier stuff to work with.

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The Time Of Your Life

From what I can tell, life has no pause or rewind–only play and fast forward.

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Trust At First Sight?

Falling in trust with others is how you build long-lasting relationships.

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Nobody’s Fool

Nobody ever makes a fool out of anybody else.

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Prisoner

I was introduced to rage at a very young age. My soul became a prisoner. My body became a cage. Year after year, I have done my hard time. I have suffered in silence. I have lived like a mime. I have suffered so much that I fear for my soul. For my rage is not caged and is out of control. My body is young and has many more years. Rage has aged my soul and stripped all of its gears. Can the body still live if the soul is dead? I believe the soul can live if the body dies instead. I just want to know if the soul ever dies. If it does, can it scream? Will I hear my own cries? Can I survive as a body with no soul inside? If so, how will I know if my soul has died? I had the book thrown at me. I am turning each page. I am trapped like a mime who is chained to his stage.

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Stop Your Knees From Jerking

Let your emotions become choices–not reflexes.

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