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The first time I saw it, I almost rear-ended the car in front of me. Who would expect a gigantic basket on the side of the highway?
Tag: <span>dailyprompt</span>
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Can I list more than five? And how do we define fun? HAHA-FUN, or a simple feeling of joy, the pride of accomplishment. Should we talk about sex (no, we should not) or perhaps just the pleasure of eating foods that give us comfort -as well as the extra pounds?
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I often wonder why and how people vote, not just here but all over the world, at least in the parts where we are allowed to vote freely, where our voices are heard. What a difference we can make when we vote, but so often we cast our ballot without thinking.
I think the question is wrong. It’s not IF we spend time in the past, but HOW we spend it. Are we grateful or regretful? Do we cherish the moments we had with loved ones, or do we still mourn even if decades have passed?
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The wish to change is an urge that society plants in us and so from an early age on, we look at our flaws. Me? I am no exception. The last sixty years I found so many things wrong with me. I had an endless wishlist of things I needed to change dramatically and so I tried.
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Berlin, early 1933: The Nazis are on the verge of their projected election victory, the Reichstag is burning, and mass madness is shown everywhere. Then a phone call! Her father leaves Berlin the next day shortly afterward the girl Anna travels to Switzerland with her family.
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This question is often found in fairy tales or stories, and the answer is usually associated with something in return. Just like most of us, I have often thought about the three wishes. As a young child, I hoped for a mountain of ice cream and, of course, world peace, because that’s the answer you are supposed to give. (Worldpeace, not the ice cream.)
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I had to laugh when I read today’s prompt. Like the joke about traffic, when the truck driver on the radio shouts, “There is a car driving in the wrong direction,” and the other one answers, “What do you mean ONE, hundreds are driving in the wrong direction.”
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My mother told me a lot about the past, of the Dark Days with technology and the internet. She talked about the Third World War, which hardly anyone had survived. “Before the war, people only let their machines and technology think for them instead of using their brains themselves,” my mother used to say.
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I often don’t know what I feel and find myself lost for words. It’s the phase between action and reaction. The time of digesting what I have just witnessed or lived, the period of sorting my feelings.