In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Super Sensitive.”
Imagine … a life where you couldn’t TASTE anything, but you could SEE super well. Yeah, I would give up the sense of taste if I had to choose one. Only because I’m super terrified to lose the other senses – especially sight and hearing. But if I could somehow give up my taste … in order to gain super-awesome sight … that might be interesting.
I definitely rely on my vision the most of all senses. To even imagine having to live without any sight terrifies me. It is so important to me. So, to be able to have super-awesome sight would be pretty great and I think I would use it quite well.
And, who knows, maybe giving up my taste would just force me to eat healthier!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Eat, Drink, and Be Merry….”
If the world was ending tomorrow … I would honestly probably spend my last night preparing for it. I would go to my parents’ house out in the country and make sure that we were all equipped with water, food, guns, everything. I don’t think I would be able to eat much anyways as I would be too nervous/upset/scared/confused. But, if we were to make a “last supper” and it was my choice, I would definitely choose mashed potatoes, turkey, gravy, carrots, buns, and pie (drool). That is my most favourite dinner of all time.
I would make sure that my parents, my sister and her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and all the animals were out there for our last night. I would sleep (if possible) in the basement in an extremely comfy bed, and try to mentally prepare myself for the inevitable. I have spent my entire life (up until last year) sleeping in the basement, and so that is where I feel truly safe. I feel like it’s the best place to be in situations like tornadoes or whatever else.
But in all honesty, I would probably spend my last day freaking out, crying, puking, and just unable to accept the reality of what was happening. That’s just me.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Smell You Later.”
The scent of lavender brings me immediate feelings of peace, inspiration, motivation, and love. It is quite a strong scent and thus is so powerful at healing the mind and body.
I smell lavender and I think of yoga – slow, peaceful, deeply meditative yoga. I think of sitting in a quiet room that is empty, sun pouring in a large window. Wind wafts through the panes and across my skin, and I feel a sense of stillness and relaxation that I can only find on my own. Lavender reminds me that things are okay and I will be okay, that life is beautiful and amazing, and that there’s no point to not feel good and full of love.
I smell lavender and I experience Peace.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Blogger With a Cause.”
Simple. Mental health and yoga. I dream of a life where I do what feels right to me at that time – yoga whenever and wherever, meditation, reading, contemplating, etc; basically, improving my own mental health. Then going out and spreading that good energy and important message to everyone that surrounds me.
We’re all hurting and we all need to heal, and yet it seems such a low priority in this society for us to focus on our own personal mental health. Yet, the better our mental health and personal wellness, the less war, terrorism, murder, abuse, trauma, on and on. We all know this deep in our souls, but we don’t acknowledge it or do anything about it.
To spend my day as I want, I would make it my mission to spread good mental health and wellness to everyone and everything I come in contact with. I would make it a priority in this society to heal our wounds instead of suppressing and ignoring. I would make it normal to talk about feelings and pain. I would make it acceptable to work on ourselves before working on others.
Even though I have personal responsibilities that may stop me from living the carefree life I dream of living, I am still going to work on this mission of mine. I will never stop working for mental health.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dear Leader.”
Looking through the responses to this prompt confirms my expectations – every person wants something different, and our government will never be able to satisfy everyone.
What do I want from my government? World peace, peace within communities, food for everyone, shelter for everyone, jobs for everyone, available and quality mental and physical health services, no more war or nuclear bombs, no more poisoning our food and water, cheaper and available food, … the list can go on and on.
I want a perfect world but it is not achievable. And, who knows, maybe a perfect world wouldn’t be so perfect either. Maybe we need the balance – positives and negatives.
Every one of us is going to champion a cause that is important to ourselves. Some people may be focused on better healthcare, some on better roads, some on higher wages, etc. My cause would have to be mental health. I find the mental health system in my area to be pretty ineffective, and I definitely think that it is something valid that needs to be worked on and improved in order to help our people. But that’s my priority.
And I guess that’s one thing that a lot of us feel – I don’t feel like my government listens to me or cares at all.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Truth or Dare.”
I would like to say that honesty is always the best option, but who knows? I try to live my life as honestly and peacefully as I can. I try to only say what I mean and to tell the truth in all things, but it can get difficult.
Sometimes people want to be lied to, but I tend to see that as a way of suppressing things and thus not healthy. But who am I to say what works for everyone else.
I guess all I can say is that I will continue to try to live my life as honestly as I can, and we`ll see what happens.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “180 Degrees.”
When I read this prompt, I immediately thought of religion. I have a feeling that a lot of people have done 180s when it comes to religion or spirituality. I think it’s a very complex topic that takes a lot of soul-searching and thought, and I think very few people ever come to a definite answer of where they stand.
My family has never been a “religious” family. I have never gone to church, we never prayed, etc, but my parents did teach us about a “God”, something up there that was all-powerful. So, I kind of grew up not really questioning it but just assuming there was something up there.
In my teen years, I learned about Christianity and I think that I needed it at that point in my life. I was struggling with anxiety and depression, and having a loving, perfect being to always talk to and take comfort from was really appealing to me. I began to consider myself a Christian and went to Christian events, etc.
Once I hit nineteen or so, I fell away from the Christianity bubble. I was learning more and more about Christian history plus problems that are going on today with all forms of religion.
Now, I would definitely say that I am a spiritual person but not a religious person. I feel that religion is a man-made concept that is full of rules and laws that exclude certain types of people. I definitely believe that there is a spiritual force that governs our lives, that we are all connected through this force, and that there must be a higher power. But that is all. I would never say I am a Christian or any other religion. I don’t feel I need to have the answer right now – about knowing exactly what or who is up there or what will happen after death. And I think that is okay.