C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

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    Love is desperate, Love is true, Love is more about Them, than it is about you.

    An imagination isn’t wonderful when one is stressed. It seems all the paths down which it leads are dark, dire, and filled with danger.

    Though an injury is unintended, it hurts just as much as if it was.

    Are broken hearts worse than broken bones? Last night my son won a wrestling match on points. After breaking his thumb in the first round.

    When we are too busy to take moments and turn them into understanding. #that

    Julia Is the best youngest child ever.

    Philosophy is not exclusively for the wealthy, it is the domain, of every thinking human brain.

    Instead of asking, “Who are you?” or, “What do you do?” ask, “What motivates you, to be you?”

    Today I asked my wife if she had any idea how special she is, she said she did, but I don’t think she really does.

    A successful life is measured in units of love, not in accumulations of cash.

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    My friend, we should not test those who love us.

    The thing about tests, is that eventually everyone must fail or the test is not a test. {If you want love to fail, test it.}

    Promises extracted under duress are not worth the stress on which they are written.

    As we age we realize that happiness is relative, when we’re unhappy our relatives are the ones who suffer.

    If we can’t see deeper than the words, what hope have we of ever understanding? {Even of our own heart.}

    Counting sounds, instead of sentiments.

    Everywhere I look, is you, every breath is too.

    Love is not a door, you can’t close and open it at will, it isn’t a bridge to burn, or one you only cross, for gain.

    A kind word costs nothing, but a cruel one… you’ll pay for it forever.

    How is it we remember joy more readily than pain, yet when we’re in pain we exclude all joy?

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    Angels fade before your light, in the shadows, jealous devils scheme, and you remain a dream, insubstantial, transparent, and serene…

    Why are we so easily mislead, why are our hearts so empty, and our minds so filled with dread. Happiness lives in love, not things.

    If you don’t write from your heart, what will set you apart? Then again, why would anyone want to be apart, unless it is of a whole.

    As a collective humanity seem to be a vile, voracious monstrosity, yet as individuals they are wonderful, how? I’ll blog my thoughts soon.

    “The duty of a patriot is to protect his country from its government.” – Thomas Paine. Too many of us have forgotten. http://bit.ly/CGAppat

    Greed is what makes humans evil, and humanity is led by humans.

    Human: When enough is never enough.

    Greed: No matter how you rearrange its letters you can’t form “EVIL”, yet greed is the essence of evil.

    Messages read words undone and never said.

    If you are light, then let me be darkness, if you are joy, then let me take your pain.

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    Whispered words, we share. a poem. http://bit.ly/CGApKSV

    Measuring wealth by the count of your cash.

    What cost a word, when its payment is a kiss?

    Know me by my words, here they are my deeds. I am from the same place as any & all, my mother’s womb. Africa holds my soul.

    Kisses, and words only share, if you really care.

    There is nothing wrong with jealousy, only with its expression. It’s natural to be protective of those we love.

    Like love, there are degrees of jealousy, a fire doesn’t set to flame at 0 degrees.

    Jealousy is not about trust, insecurity, or confidence, it is about feeling. Exhibiting that feeling? Now that’s about insecurity.

    The media teaches us to doubt ourselves and our worth, it teaches us that things make us better. Things don’t.

    Love’s formula. A twinkled eye, an unspoken sigh, a gentle touch that says, you must. Love, is simple chemistry, made unclear.

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    The best thing about falling, is the hand that helps you up.

    In social media, our words are our deeds. In life, our words should be precursors to our deeds.

    Why is it such fun to splash through shallow puddles, yet no fun at all to splash through shallow souls.

    My all-time favorite key-chain, “Gene Police. You… Outta the pool!”

    too few seem to read what I seem to write… http://bit.ly/CGAmb1s

    Within the smallest things lie the greatest joys.

    Learning anew, the meaning of yearning.

    The women of the entire world, deserve the same freedoms as the men.

    What is Justice, but another man’s view of truth, imposed.

    All women are beautiful, their race, religion, and political persuasion matter nothing, only their heart.

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    He who laughs last, often laughs alone…

    The very best questions to ponder, are those for which there are no answers.

    A fallen angel’s eyes of anguish, and their plea, cast not mortal eyes on me.

    Language, such a wonderful thing, as many chances to understand, as to misunderstand, and each grants further chance to touch the other…

    Resolve, to be yourself. #goodnight

    Resolve, to be yourself. #goodnight

    Is arguing about the spelling of imaginary words normal? I say “Terbonqulator” my family insist it’s “Turbonkulater”.

    Never be sorry for being you, ’cause that you is the one I love, not that other you, you aren’t.

    It never fails to disappoint me how people would rather close their eyes and imagine they are free, than open them and see they are not.

    Life is like a book, our memories are words on pages past, our future we’re forming on pages we have yet to write.

    Cherish the questions of your children, for through them they reveal their hearts.

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    In some ways the world is wonderful, and almost without bounds, yet in others it is cruel and uncaring. Would we could make the latter gone.

    I don’t have the answers, or the absolutes, I have questions, and exceptions, too few answers.

    Ever wonder, about the Wonders of Nature? I do. http://bit.ly/CGApWoN

    From the words flooded with tears of sorrow, to those bathed in tears of joy, and all the words in-between the lines, unwritten, but seen.

    Though darkness surrounds us, it can’t turn off the light in our soul.

    If truth is invariable, here are two I know, 0 and 1, they’re the same in any base, time, or place. So why are we so fascinated, with 2?

    Reflections, of souls unseen, guilty memories, so keen, bonds bent, but unbroken, vows made, though unspoken, why, is the good, the bad.

    What point winning, if the one you love loses?

    Where the mind wanders, there is enlightenment to be found.

    Perhaps the point of an argument is to show that there are always at least two points of view.

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    Fear, not a good foundation, for anything.

    The needs of none outweigh the needs of any other.

    what weight a soul, what scale is balanced, what life is less, what eternity, is true

    The fear of rejection should never deny us hope, let actual rejection do that cruel task.

    Fate can be cruel, but it can be as kind.

    Teaching is a vocation, not a profession. I guess it is too bad the decision has been made to leave it to professionals.

    Perhaps love is the fundamental nature of the universe, or perhaps it is conflict.

    We are on the same page then… that is good, yet life is as a book, and pages must turn for the tale to move ahead.

    Within loves lie conflict. Within love lies conflict. Conflict is everywhere, let us make love seem so, as well.

    a sign of true friendship is that time may pass, yet nothing changes, and when together again, all is, the same.

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    May our todays be better than the ruins of our yesterdays.

    Always should never be an almost.

    Today I looked at my youngest and asked her, “When did my little girl turn into such a shapely young lady?” Julia smiled, “Last night.”

    “Taking from the rich to give to the poor”, it has never been about that, and always about how to stop the rich stealing from the poor.

    Treasure your family, they really are the most precious things we all have. Though things, they are not.

    a full breath held, a sigh, in release, she is gone, yet she is here, trapped forever, in my tear.

    Though we can’t make time, we should make it for our friends.

    only a soul’s light shines bright enough to illuminate the mundane and let us see there is no mundane, ‘tween thee, and me

    Is not every thought a seed, some of grass, some of tree, some for food, and some, to climb.

    Though cruel life compels us to leave our childhood behind, let us not lose its memories.

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    In all ways, and on all days, may each and every one find joy.

    On this day, and every other too, we should take time to consider the fundamentals of life. Namely Family. Cherish people, not things.

    The footrace of love is one that should never be won, for were one to win it would be at loss of the one who’d be left behind.

    If you look hard enough, you’ll invariably find.

    If you seek a lie, you’ll find it, and maybe more readily than the truth.

    If love is a cage, then only gilded butterflies reside within. Sadly, those gilded butterflies could never take flight.

    Jealous? Of a hot flush that stains the skin, and makes the heart beat wild, though not from sin. Jealous? Why?

    War is more filth than glory, perhaps if more of those who think it is glorious visited it, the world would see it less often.

    As I age I find I’m more interested in lasting love, than I am in fleeting wealth.

    Isn’t it interesting how sometimes the words the world was never meant to see are those that leave the deepest impressions?