Archive | February 2017

Solitude

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The quite evening..As a youth I craved companionship as I get older I cherish my solitude

Why am I so driven after the want and not needs

When a man holds his proper station in life, he does not gape after things beyond it. Man, what do you wish to happen to you? “I am satisfied if I desire and avoid conformably to nature… Epictetus

Why is it we forget the simple truth of want vs need, why is the desire for more so a strong in our daily lives, most if not more of us have more then we can use we store all the material stuff in garage’s or storage units, we are the riches poorest people on earth. What creates this desire how do we control it or does it control us, and why how does it  drive who we are.

We know the difference of need vs want but is it the sin of coventing what your neighbor has.

I want more for my family but in that wanting it, what is the cost or the sacerfice of time with them..where does it stop.

Focus on what you want

​You must intensify and render continuous by repeatedly presenting with suggestive ideas and mental pictures of the feast of good things, and the flowing fountain, which awaits the successful achievement or attainment of the desires. – Robert Collier

Pessimist

​¨Pessimist : A person who says that O is the last letter of ZERO, instead of the first letter in word OPPORTUNITY. – Anonymous

This week’s photo challenge: Solitude

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One of the many reasons I live in Padre Island TX, most come for the beach and fishing which I love but I find my self more and more seeking the solitude of the evening sun sets.

Imus Berryhill

​True wisdom is getting to the point that you realize you don’t need more you must be satisfied with what you have, then you receive true wealth which is enlightenment,and freedom from the true oppression of men 

Isaiah 45

​¨Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. – Waldo Emerson

For my son Cyrus Free