I learned about great philosophers in school, and lots of what they had said didn’t make any sense to me back then. I felt intimidated by their wisdom and their profound way of thinking. What did they have what I didn’t? Was it their age, or were they just born with a deeper understanding of everything around them?
I stopped apologizing a long time ago; I stopped apologizing for who I am. Take it or leave it, this is what you get. I am me, and I can’t change it -I don’t want to change it. I happen to like me just fine the way I am.
My husband is smoke-free since one month as of today. The first two weeks were tough on him; he had his moments, but they never lasted long enough to get the frying pan out.
I always try to get a window seat on an airplane; I love to look down at clouds -they look so different from above.
Is it just me who feels that days are flying by? Or, that a month disappears into another month, another season, another year? How does a lifetime get swallowed up? Aren’t we just living like all the other people? Why do we take risks with our health and with our financial resources? What is it all about?
“My people are so smart; I have the most loyal people. I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and wouldn’t lose any voters,” that was one of Donald Trump’s statements this week.
Out on a walk on the island of Hydra, a vacationing Greek American comes upon an old Greek man sitting on a rock, sipping a glass of Ouzo, and lazily staring at the sun setting into the sea.
The wealthy American notices there are olive trees growing on the hills behind the old Greek but that they are untended, with olives just dropping here and there onto the ground. He asks the old Greek who owns the trees.