When I was in the 6th grade, my best buddy and I used to create mazes and sell them to other kids during recess for 25 cents a piece. Surprisingly, by the end of the school year we banked three or four dollars each. Not a bad profit for a kid back in 1974.
Sadly, by the time we reached Junior High our customers had wised up and our maze business went bankrupt, but my love for making them never did. Here is my latest creation, complete with ornamentation to help distract and entertain you. All you have to remember is you cannot cross a white line. Eventually you will find your way out.
People don’t always care about us. It could be the result of a personality clash, generalized social indifference or even a deep seeded mistrust of mankind. Sometimes, their reason is far less significant, yet sadly we allow that reason to have a negative affect on our self-esteem.
We are just one life in the sea of billions. From that, there is somebody, somewhere that will care about us. The odds are in our favor, so when we dance alone and cry alone, we should remember that self-worth begins from within and no matter how unlikable we feel or unlovable we think we are, there is a person in this big world who is ready and willing to become our friend anyway. All we have to do is open the window and let them in.
I am not a cat person, but there was one special feline family member that captured my heart with his charm and beauty. Vinnie wasn’t like most cats, he was supermodel material and rarely did much else but sit and pose accordingly. His eyes were so blue you’d almost believe he had the ability to pull a piece of the sky into them each time he looked up.
I rescued him from the pound as a gift to my boyfriend at the time. But, as many stories go, that relationship ended, he moved out and I retained custody of the cat. Fortunately, my best dog friend, Charlie, had already made friends with Vinnie and helped him through the transition of saying good-bye to Scotty.
The three of us became a smaller, yet happy family, with one exception, I’m allergic to cats. I wasn’t able to cuddle with Vinnie like Scotty had. I was only able to pet and brush him for short periods of time, otherwise my skin would develop an itchy rash. However, all was not lost, because sometimes my impulse to kiss him on the bridge of the nose and squeeze him tight overpowered my sneezy, itchy, watery eyed allergic reaction. He seemed to fully appreciate my painful sacrifice.
Luckily for Vinnie, he had Charlie and eventually my new roommate Kevin and his cat Browse to shower him with attention and provide warm bodies to snuggle up against. (or pick the occasional play fight with)
Vinnie lived a long and lazy life. . .
The image at the top of the page is my artistic rendering of Vinnie. Created from the last photograph taken of him before he passed on to the kitty afterworld. . .
The morning usually arrives with much hope and excitement for me. I feel refreshed and ready to explore the day. My thoughts are calm and creative as they wander around within the leftover remnants of the night’s dream. Sunlight slowly seeping through the window and the rich scent of coffee brewing, awakens my senses. It is at this moment…I am the most content.
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