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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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"Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself."
CHARLIE CHAPLIN


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Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.

David Whyte


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This is my supplementary blog in which I will post entries written for prompts.

October 5, 2023 at 3:26pm
October 5, 2023 at 3:26pm
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Prompt:" We didn't realize we were making memories, we were just having fun."
Winnie The Pooh.
Write about this in your Blog entries today.


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Sometimes life happens on its own without us realizing it and each moment has the capacity to become a cherished memory when we look back. Some of those moments are ordinary, some extraordinary. Yet, often, it's the simplest, unscripted moments that leave the deepest impact on our hearts.

I sometimes see my long-ago self immersed in laughter with friends, basking in the warmth of family gatherings, or exploring new places. Would you believe that the other day, I suddenly recalled changing my over-active son's diaper when my mother-in-law, who was visiting us at the time, was scolding him and feeling sorry for me for I had to deal with such unruly children? Now, isn't this nostalgia? My son now is 54 years old and my beloved mother-in-law is long gone. Still, this sudden pop-up of a memory reminded me of the beauty of the generations and of life itself in its totality.

It's all too easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of daily life, constantly striving for the next goal or milestone. However, in our pursuit of the future, we sometimes forget to savor the present and those precious moments of the past.

Truth is there is joy and much happiness when we cherish the memories that arise naturally from the simple act of enjoying life. It reminds us that some of the most meaningful experiences cannot be planned or orchestrated.


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