Fate, is it fact or fiction?

Fate, is it fact or fiction?

Do we believe that we are completely free to do what ever we want and that we alone create our destiny, or are we fated to follow some decided path and no matter what we do we are predestined to live out our life according to someone's plan? Now maybe the bigger question is how do we justify which way is right and which is wrong. I believe that each person develops their own opinion through personal encounters and experiences, and the only correct path is the one that the person believes in and lets that person live their life to its fullest.

The people who truly believe in the whole concept of fate are the ones who have it easy. They can look at any situation and say that the outcome, whatever it may be, is because of fate and was meant to be. These are the people who can go skydiving with no fear because they believe that if it is their fate to live, great, if it's their fate to die, well hell it was meant to be. They take the responsibility of their life out of their own hands and put it into the hands of a mystic force called fate. Now that is one hell of a concept. Personally, if I 'm going to do something crazy and stupid, I will be sure all the proper precautions are taken and not count on fate to handle all the details.

Then there are the people who believe that their life is completely in their hands and they themselves mold their destiny through their choices and actions. To me this opinion requires way too much worrying and stress on their part if they truly practice it in their daily lives. But it also provides a sense of freedom and independence to do with your life as you please and live your life how you want it. To me, these types of people generally don't take as many risks as the others because they are worried about the consequences that might damage the life they have created. It is like when you build a pyramid out of playing cards. You pick out the best looking cards, the strong and secure ones, and are always ever so careful placing each pair on so that you don't knock down the entire thing. A life like that is what heart attacks and ulcers feed on. I just think that life is too short to worry about all of life's little things.

Now what I believe in is a little different. I believe in fate very much so, but also in living our life freely to make our own decisions to mold our life. I conceive fate not as some imaginary mystic force, but a very alive power in all our lives, God. I don't want to sound preachy and I don't think God decides everything, but I do believe that certain things happen for a reason. I sense that we are free to live out our lives how we see fit and that we help to shape our destiny through our actions and our experiences, but I strongly believe in another force out there intervening from time to time and makes things happen for whatever reason. This is where the concept of fate comes in.

Whether you live your life throwing caution to the wind or like a house of cards, you should simply live your life out to its fullest and not take either belief to an extreme. There is a healthy median out there, so find it, live it, and love it. Live out live however you see fit and govern your actions accordingly, because after all it is your life and you only got one.

Friendship

A ruddy drop of manly blood
The surging sea outweighs,
The world uncertain comes and goes,
The lover rooted stays.
I fancied he/she was fled,
And, after many a year,
Glowed unexhausted kindliness
Like daily sunrise there.
My careful heart was free again,
O friend, my bosom said,
Through thee alone the sky is arched,
Through thee the rose is red,
All things through thee take nobler form,
And look beyond the earth,
And is the mill-round of our fate
A sun-path in thy worth.
Me too thy nobleness has taught
To master my despair;
The fountains of my hidden life
Are through thy friendship fair.

What is the perfect age?

If You Could Transform Yourself To Any Age, What Age Would You Be And Why? If You Would Not, Why Not?

I think the perfect age is twenty-five. At twenty-five you have earned the right to drive with less car insurance. Hehehe... You are considered a safe driver. You have the freedom to do as you please without your parent's consent. You have earned respect on the job and are more responsible. You have your whole future ahead of you.

I believe at twenty-five you are more mature and stable. You have completed your mandatory education for a regular job and you can pursue more education for a better paying job if it suits your interests to do so. You have your own home and you decorated it to your own tastes. You have your own lifestyle. You can take care of yourself. You have your own transportation.

You can travel anywhere with the correct travel documents and immunizations needed to visit those areas, for any length of time you desire. You can practice a religion if it suits you. You can help the less fortunate if you want to. If you are tired of the single life you can consider getting married, settling down, and having children. Raising them to the best of your ability. New challenges in life await you.

At twenty-five you are at your peek mentally, physically, socially, emotionally, etc. You can do anything you put your mind to. You have no more obstacles to overcome. Life from here is what you make it.

Woman: The biggest liar of all times. (Funny thoughts)

Now, I have a lot of lady friends who are singles moms out there and they all are doing great. Love them all. Respect them all but this is some other shit I am talking in here.

So.., Lets start.

I don't mind dating girls who I meet late at night in a downtown club during the week. I am sitting there in my chair messing up with her and just when I think I am about to go to her place I hear a ring.., and than another. So I look at her answering the phone; Sweetie mommy will be back soon. I am all shocked. I mean what the fuck just happen.

l was at the club the other night down, chilling at the club. l'm chilling with this girl. She was dancing. lt was about 2:00 a.m. l'm talking to her, and realized she had three kids at home. l don't mind the three kids at home, that's all good. But l'm like, ''What the fuck are you doing in a club...so late in the fucking morning on a Wednesday night?

''What the fuck are you doing here? ''ls it your birthday? ''Did you get a raise? ''Well, you got to get the fuck out. ''You go. l'm kicking you the fuck out. Yes, bye! ''Go take care of your kids before they rob me in 10 years.''

You got to get your kid on or your groove on. You can't get both on at the same time. l'm tired of this shit. And a bunch of girls are like: - ''You don't need a man to help you raise you kids.'' Shut the fuck up with the bullshit. Yeah, you can do it without a man but that don't mean it's to be done. Shit, you could drive a car with your feet if you want to. That doesn't make it a good fucking idea.

l don't give a fuck. You could be the baddest mama on earth. l don't give a fuck how good you are. Ain't nothing you can say more powerful than, ''l'm gonna tell your daddy.'' Can't fuck with it. Can't come close to, - ''l'm gonna tell your daddy.''

l'm tired of bumping into these girls at the club... all late on a fucking weeknight.

You got this shit down?

See, nobody gives a fuck about Daddy. There's some real daddies out there. l'm not talking about the guy that fucked you and left. Fuck him, okay? l'm talking about the real daddies. There's still some motherfuckers out there that handle their business. Motherfuckers wanna act like brothers.... There's some brothers that handle their business. 'Cause people don't give a fuck.... Nobody gives a fuck about Daddy. Everybody takes Daddy for granted. Just listen to the radio. Everything's ''Mama. Dear Mama. Always loved my Mama.''

What's the Daddy song? "Papa was a Rollin' Stone". Nobody gives a fuck. Nobody appreciates Daddy. Now, Mama's got the roughest job. l ain't gonna front. But at least people appreciate Mama. Every time Mama do something right, Mama gets a compliment... 'cause women need to hear compliments all the time.

Women need food, water, and compliments. That's right. And an occasional pair of shoes. That's right. Women got to hear it all the time, or they lose their minds. And get Daddy to make sure you thank your mama for everything.

- ''Tell your mama how good the food is. Tell her how nice the house looks. ''Tell your mama how nice her hair looks. ''Did you tell your mama? You better go in there and tell your mama.'' That's right! ''Tell your mama.''

Nobody ever tells Daddy shit. I'm talking about the real daddies that handle their fucking business. Nobody ever says, - ''Hey, Daddy, thanks for knocking out this rent.'' ''Hey, Daddy, l sure love this hot water.''

''Hey, Daddy, this is easy to read with all this light.'' Nobody gives a fuck about Daddy. l'm talking about a daddy that handles his business. Nobody gives a fuck about Daddy. Think about everything that the real daddy does:

pay the bills, buy the food, but a fucking roof over your head. Everything you could ever ask for. Make your world a better, safer place. And what does Daddy get for all his work? Sex when his wife wants to. Damn…

That's right.

lt's damn near impossible for a man to turn down sex. lt's hard for a man to turn down sex. We can stop chasing it, and even that requires some rehab. But it's hard for a man to stop. lf it chase us, we can't run that fast. lt's gonna catch us, we're like: ''Shit, pulled a hamstring. You got me.'' You can't run that fast. See, it's easy for women to turn down sex. lt ain't shit for y'all to turn down sex. lt ain't no thing for y'all to turn down sex.

Y'all like, ''Why can't you turn it down? l do it all the time. ''Why can't you say no? l say no.'' See, it's easy for y'all. You know why? 'Cause every woman in here, ever since you were ... every guy you met has been trying to fuck you. That's right, every time a man's being nice to you...

There are a lot of woman reading this tonight. Love the women. What the fuck do y'all want? Do you know what you want? Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Do you know? What the fuck do women want? l know what you want: everything.

That's every woman's answer: ''Everything.'' Women want every fucking thing. Women act like life was just a big sale, or shit. ''l want to get the most shit before things close down.'' That's what fucking life is to a woman: everything.

You know what men want? Food, sex, silence. That's it. Food, sex, silence. ''Feed me, fuck me, shut the fuck up!'' Our goals seem very attainable, don't they? Women, it's hard to figure women out. lt's hard being a guy. We always think we can buy sex. ''lf l take her here, she'll give me some. lf l buy her this, she'll give me some.'' Nothing get you nothing. A woman knows if she's gonna fuck you within the first five minutes of meeting you. Women know right away. They're shaking hands like, ''l'm gonna fuck him. ''l hope he don't say nothing too stupid.''

That's right, fellas, don't say nothing too stupid...because women are all about the mood. lf she's in the mood to fuck you, shut up and let it happen. 'Cause if you say the wrong thing, them panties are coming up mighty fast.

''What'd you say?'' She be on the phone with a girlfriend, ''Yeah, l was gonna give him some...''but he just started talking. ''l hate a yakking man, child.''

That's right, man. Relationships: easy to get into, hard to maintain. Why are they so hard to maintain? Because it's hard to keep up the lie. 'Cause you can't get nobody being you. You got to lie to get somebody. You can't get obody looking like you look, acting like you act... sounding like you sound.

When you meet somebody for the first time, you're not meeting them. You're meeting their representative. That's right. Who are the biggest liars, men or women?

-Men!

-Women!

Men lie the most, women tell the biggest lies. Men, we lie all the time. We lie so much, it's damn near a language. lt's like, to call a man out for lying... is like playing basketball with a retarded kid and calling him for double dribble.

You gotta let some shit slide. Men, we lie all the time. You know what a man's lie is like? A man's lie is like, ''l was at Tony's house. ''l'm at Kenny's house.'' That's a man's lie.

A women's lie is like, ''lt's your baby.'' We've all heard that one.

-''lt don't even look like me.''

-''He's got your hat.''

That's right. Who the biggest liars? Women the biggest liars. Look at you, all of you. You're a fucking liar. You! You're a liar! You're all liars. All of you are fucking liars! Masters of the lie, the visual lie.

Look at you. You got on heels, you ain't that tall. You got on makeup, your face don't look like that. You got dark brown hair, your hair ain't nowhere near that shit. You got a Wonderbra on, your titties ain't that big. Everything about you is a lie, and you expect me to tell the truth? Fuck you!

Men lie, we live lies. That's why we so crazy. Every now and then, we catch ourselves living a lie. We create a whole lie-world around us.

Hehehe, yeah…, keep laughing. LoL

Huh! You ever say some shit that gets you kicked out of bed? And the woman's like, ''Fuck me, harder! Fuck me, Daddy, spank me!''

-''All right, you ho.''

-''Who you calling a ho? ''Who the fuck are you calling a ho? ''Untie me!''

l ain't no expert or no shit, but, fellas, if you're gonna talk dirty to your woman... you got to talk with authority. You can get a woman to do any nasty little thing you want. You say that shit like a man, make a little eye contact...

put a little bass in your voice, she will do that shit. She wants to do that shit. She's dying to do that shit. Your woman is nastier than you ever imagined. But you gotta come correct...because anything you mumble ain't getting done. You can't be in bed all unsure, like,

- ''Excuse me....

- ''Excuse me, l was wondering....

- ''Ma'am, l have a request.

- "Could you lick my balls?''

She's gonna look at you like an idiot and say: - "l ain't licking nothing. Lick your own balls!''

Do you realize, it is some women still don't give head? Tow-thousand-fucking-six. Whenever l meet a girl that doesn't give head... l look at them like a damn Betamax,

- ''They still make you?''

That's right. Relationships: easy to get into, hard to maintain. Why are they so hard to maintain? 'Cause at some point you just stop talking. That's right, everybody stops talking after a while.

You know how it is. You come home and you start nodding.

- ''Yeah, we cool. ''l'm gonna get a little something to eat.''

Why do you stop talking? 'Cause at some point, you have heard everything this person has to say... and it makes you sick to your stomach. You know what they're gonna say before it even comes out their mouth... and you just wanna stab them in the neck with a pencil!

Your can't take the shit no more! And they're like:

- ''Remember that time?''

-''Yeah, l remember that time!''

-''Did l ever tell you about.....''

-''Yeah, you told me about that time! Stop telling me the same shit over and over again! '

-'Why don't you go out and get kidnapped, have some new shit happen to you?''

That's right. Fellas, you gotta talk. That's women's biggest complaint:

-''You don't talk. 'You need to talk, let's talk. You don't talk.'' That's right. Women love to talk. lf they had talking in the Olympics, a man wouldn't stand a chance.

Women love to talk, but they wanna talk to you. They wanna talk to their man. But women don't want you to talk-talk. Women just want you to listen-listen. All a woman really wants you to do is ask her the correct questions... that will allow her to run her fucking mouth! You set her up, she'll knock them down.

Fellas, you want your woman to be happy? All you got to say is:

- ''How was your day? 'Honey, how was your day?''

You know why? 'Cause ''How was your day?'' is a 45-minute conversation to a woman. And as a man, you don't really gotta talk. You gotta just act like you're talking. Just say:

- ''Get out of here. Go on sweetie! l don't believe it, really?. 'You don't say! Really? Get out of here! 'Go on. l don't believe it. You don't say? Get out of here. ''l told you that bitch crazy!'' You gotta throw in, ''l told you that bitch crazy.'' You know why? 'Cause every woman's got another woman at her job that she can't stand. Women, y'all exaggerate everything. You turn it into some Dynasty shit, like:

- ''She's trying to destroy me!''

- What the fuck are you talking about? You wrap up bags at J.C. Penney's! What's she doing, ripping up your paper?

Fellas, you gotta talk. Women, exact opposite. Y'all gotta learn when not to talk. That's right. You ever notice how no man comes home straight from work? No man comes home straight from work. A man get off work, he got to go somewhere. He got to drink something, he got to smoke something... he got to watch the game, he got to hang with his boys... he got to take a drive. He got to do something that will mentally prepare him... for all the talking he gonna hear when he get home.

Ladies, it ain't that you talk too much. You just talk too much as soon as we get in the fucking door. Let a man get situated. We don't need to hear everything right away. Soon as you take one step in, - ''You're not gonna believe this....''

- Let me get my other foot in the fucking door! Let me get something to eat! Let me get something to drink! Let me take a shit! Go in the fucking kitchen and get me my big piece of chicken!

l'm out of here. Thank you, Friends! I hope you laughed a little from all this.

NOTE: so.., how do you like my slang...? Hehehe

My Declaration of Self Esteem !

I am me. In the entire world, there is no one else exactly like me. There are persons who have some parts like me, but no one adds up exactly like me. Therefore, everything that comes out of me is authentically mine because I alone chose it.

I own everything about me: my body, including everything it does; my mind, including all its thoughts and ideas; my eyes, including the images of all they behold; my feelings, whatever they may be: anger, joy, frustration, love disappointment, excitement; my mouth, and all the words that come out of it: polite, sweet or rough, correct or incorrect; my voice, loud or soft, and all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.

I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own all of my triumphs and successes, all of my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me.

By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with me. I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know. But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for the solution of the puzzles and ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time, is mine. This is authentic and represents where I am at that moment in time. When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how I thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfit. I can discard that which is unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am okay!

Are you in LOVE?

Is this the question everyone is asking for? Well, than I'll give it a shot.

• What is LOVE?

When we claim that it's love that we have for someone, am I correct?

• Something to ponder upon...Are your palms sweaty? Is your heart racing and Is your voice caught within your chest? It isn't love is LIKE.
• You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right? It isn't love is LUST
• Are you proud and eager to show them off? It isn't love is LUCK
• Do you wan them because you know they're there? It isn't love is LONELINESS
• Are you there because everyone wants? It isn't love is LOYALTY
• Are you there because they kissed you or held your hand? It isn't love it's LOW CONFIDENCE.
• Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want them to hurt them? It isn't love it's PITY.
• Do you belong to them, because their sight makes your heart skip a beat? It isn't love it's INFATUATION.
• Do you pardon their faults because you care about them? It isn't love it's FRINDSHIP.
• Do you tell them everyday you are the only one you think of? It isn't love it's LIE.
• Are you willing to give all your favorite things for their sake? It isn't love it's CHARITY.

<<<<<<<<<<<Love>>>>>>>>>>

• Does your heart ache and break when they're sad? Than it's LOVE
• Do you cry for their pain, even when they're strong? Than it's LOVE.
• Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? Than it's LOVE
• Do you stay because a blinding, Incomprehensible mix of pain and relations pulls you close and hold you there? Than it's LOVE.
• Do you accept their faults because they are part of who they are? Than it's LOVE.
• Are you attracted to other, but stay with them faithfully without regret? Than it's LOVE.
• Would you allow them to leave you not because they want to but because they have to? Than it's LOVE
• Would you give them your heart, your life, your death? Than it's LOVE

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<so, why all this?>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

• Now, if love is so painful and tortures us so, why do we love?
• Why is it all we search for in life? This pain? This agony?
• Why is it all we long for? This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?

• The answer is so simple, cause it's... LOVE

"It is such an addiction that even people that don't have love, wish to experience it and share it.

NOTE: Pass this to all your friends so they don't make the same mistakes with their love lies.

I pray to my Angel!

In my deepest thoughts, there, where the light barely penetrates, I always find a way to pray to my angel.

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My Angel!
Put your wings around me now.
So that we can rise again

Oh, my Angel!
We can find a way somehow.
Escaping from this world we're in,
To a place where we began.

And I know we'll find,
A better place in piece and mind.
Just tell me that's all you want
From you and me.
Angel, won't you set me free?

Angel!
Remember how we chased the sun,
Than reaching for the starts at night
As our life just began?

When I close my eyes.
I hear you velvet wings and cry.
I'm waiting here with open arms
Oh, cant you see?
Angel shine your light on me.

Angel!
I need once more your wings.
I'll pray.
Hold me inside your wings and stare,
Angel take me far away.

AMEN!