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My name is Joy, and I love to write. Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground. Kiya's gift. I love it!
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Being Oneself and Right Places
For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise

Prompt: “sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks and years seem wasted – stretched there upon my bed in the dark looking upward at the ceiling I get what many will consider an obnoxious thought: it’s still nice to be myself" ― Charles Bukowski,

Your thoughts on Bulowski's comment? Do you think it's obnoxious to be ourselves?

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Bukowski can say that. In fact, Bukowski can say anything and we’ll savor it because he puts it in words so cleverly and neatly.

If your life seems wasted when you are contemplating it, you can doubt if it’s still nice to be yourself, as Bukowski put it. Being oneself, in my opinion, is the sincerest way of being. The self gets distorted when we push it to show itself as something other than what it is.

Then, in every life there is some value. Such a value may fit our general understanding of values or not, but how do we know if even the worst criminal didn’t mean something to someone or s/he didn’t do one kind act, something of value?

Yes, I think, even for the lowliest of us, it should be nice to be them, if they are really them. Plus, if they are still alive, there is still hope to find themselves or to fix what has gone wrong, isn’t there?



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For: "Space Blog

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“If you were to look/ In all of the right places / You'll find happiness”

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Okay. My first question is: How do we find those right places and where do we search for them?

Another question is: What is the measurement and definition of happiness? Even if the answer to this is more or less common, don’t this measurement and definition change from person to person?

Yet another question is: Is there a length of time for happiness? Let’s face it, even if you were the happiest person on earth, would you still be happy if your mate of a lifetime or your only child passed away or if your country was devastated by war or a natural disaster?

Thus, the right-place equation is not a given because nothing ever stays the same in our lives. It just may be that we can experience happiness only in small doses and not continually.



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