The daily prompt today is “Generation.” Interesting word. I was wondering exactly how long a generation is. Of course, I had to Google. Some say it’s 20 years, some say 25 years, and I saw somewhere that the Bible says it’s 70 years.
For myself, I look at it as decades. The children born in the eighties, for instance, are entirely different to those born in the nineties and so on.
By different I mean in the taste of music, the changes in education, different style of clothing and often a different attitude. Even the parents differ from their parents due to the “generation gap” or to my mind the decade gap. We are continually changing and evolving as the years go by.
One thing, though, we are still human beings no matter what the going trend is. We all need love, understanding and kindness, and most of all, open minds.
I have always thought of sacrifices as being noble, doing the right thing even if it is hard for us to do. I have made my sacrifices in life. I have tried my best to make the right decisions in the choices with the sacrifices I’ve made.
In hindsight, I’ve learnt that making a sacrifice is not necessarily a good thing if you’ve made the wrong choice and sacrificed incorrectly. Some of our choices will only prove to be the right or wrong choices over time when we can see the outcome of those decisions.
I am naturally hesitant to go into detail about my personal sacrifice, but I will say that I was wrong while trying to do right. My little knowledge acquired recently from the school of life is that it doesn’t mean that a sacrifice is the right thing to do because it is a sacrifice.
We could make the wrong sacrifice, but how are we to know the outcome of our sacrifice without having ridden the wave of it. No matter how noble you think you’re being, it is not always necessarily the right choice.
Sometimes the right thing is not sacrificing at all but rather being proactive without the sacrifice. This, of course, will not apply to all decisions, but it will apply to some.
“Regrets, I’ve had a few” if I could quote from Frank Sinatra’s song, My Way.
I calm my soul with the thought that my the sacrifices I made were made with good intentions and love.
(Flowers from my garden)
A little while ago I was watching a TV program about a young guy who was a Cyber Vigilante. In one of the scenes, he was trying to hack his next victim’s account. He struggled to hack this particular account, and then as we can hear what he is thinking, he thinks, “You’re too old to have a good password.”
I keep remembering this part of that program every time I log into one of my accounts. I am certainly no spring chicken, but I do still have a few active marbles in my head and so do many other people my age and older. I don’t have marvellous passwords either though, but if I were heading up some major account, I would make it my business to have a very good password regardless of my age.
The thing is that there is always someone older than you no matter how young you are, and you will always be that someone older to the younger person. Age is about who we are, isn’t it? The average age of the people who run countries are mostly past middle age in general. Is that considered old, not in my eyes.
It also brings me to think of men who go out and purchase sports cars when they reach a certain age. They are often accused of having a midlife crisis, but really, has anyone stopped to consider that they are now financially stable to get the car type of car they’ve wanted all their lives. It might not have anything to do with a crisis?
The point is, though, that we’re never too old to get a new snazzy car. We are never to old to fall in love. We are never too old to find our soulmate. We are never too old to travel and do the things we have always dreamed about. We are most certainly never too old to think up a good password. We are just simply never too old.
The Daily Prompt: Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t.
Is being social a talent? I think so. I know many people who are very good at being social. They’re flouncing about with all the “How are you’s?” and “how do you do’s” yet never listening or caring about the answer, but still they are revered. I also know people who can turn this particular talent on and off at random. It’s all about knowing how to charm and be charming. There are those who are sincere in their friendliness and then there are those who are rather false; I’m afraid to say. That type of falsehood causes me to feel rather nauseous.
Anyway, back to the point. I am a supreme loner. In fact I think I could be crowned the queen of loner-ship. The only problem with being such a loner is that now and then I crave friendship. The friendship that is sincere and warm, but I will never get that if I continue living in my sorry loner state.
There is a problem though, and that problem is that I lack the “Social butterfly” talent. Sometimes I wish I had that talent and that I could turn it on at random…and then other times, most times, I just don’t wish that at all.
You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!
I’ll have to choose a favourite thing, because I have some really favourite people, and choosing one of them would be so very difficult. My choices with the favourite thing would be either be my computer or my camera. The thing is that they both go hand in hand, because the photos I take are always loaded on the computer to use in blog posts and a few other things.
The camera gets me to go places I might not have gone to before. If I know there will be a photo opportunity I will always grab an outing with both hands. The camera helps me to focus on nature and the beauty in the world around us. I notice things much more than I would have before my photo taking days. I now see the wonderful patterns and designs on the ducks feathers, the beautiful shades of blue in the evenings and of course every pretty little freckle on certain people’s faces. Photography is a wonderful hobby for me. I know I am an amateur hence the name I sign my photos with, its is meant to be a playful non serious signature. I hope it is seen that way.
Now, as for my computer. Those of you who visit here often will know that I am a very reserved person who does not mix well. I know it is all my fault because I do have a bit of a reclusive personality I suppose. My computer is my life line in the social aspect, because I have so many dear and valued blog friends which I would not have had were it not for my computer. If these two items were to vanish because I did not explain well enough why I need them, I would surely cry. 😢
Duck from the pond
Todays Daily Prompt: Embrace the Ick
Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits.
What an unusual prompt for today. I am ashamed to say that I don’t like frogs. I don’t know if the reason is that I am terrified of them or if it is because of the sort of green sliminess about them. I would not like to hold a frog and cringe inwardly when I see children holding them and examining them. Just imagine if I lived in a fairytale, I would never kiss the frog. When I said that I was ashamed of this, I meant it, I really feel ashamed that I should have a dislike for a living creature. I don’t like feeling that way.
I have two fish ponds at my house. One big one in the back garden and one small little one in the front, and they both have frogs around them. I don’t mind them being around the ponds because it is natural for them, and they need to be there for their survival.
Now the merits. I adore the sounds they make at night. The Night sounds. When everyone is fast asleep, and all the lights are off, it is the most awesome and wonderful thing to listen to the night sounds and the main contributor to this awesome natural music is the frogs.
The Daily Prompt: What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. (No story behind the photo? Make one up, or choose the last picture you took that had one.)
This is how my cat, HRH, sits in font of the TV. In front of it meaning he is in front of the screen. He wants my attention, so he will jump up high on a chest of drawers and give me that stare, which does not stop until I pay attention. Such cute-ness.