SCREAM AND SHOUT, “MR. PRESIDENT! JUST ASKIN’.”

BEAUTIFUL USA

BEAUTIFUL USA

What to share? What to say?

Life is full. Life is busy. My body aches. My mind is weary.

I feel like I am writing a poem, but I’m not. Sometimes I begin thinking and my thoughts seem poetic. It’s just the artist in me.

I love reading. I love writing. I love words. What do you love?

Call me weird if you like. I am okay with weird. We are all weird in our own way. You must agree. Right?

Even if you don’t, it’s true. Differences are what make the world go around. I just wish those differences didn’t have to cause our Government to shut down. How crazy is that. Right?

National parks are closed. People are being sent home from work. People are being turned away when trying to visit a monument. Parking lots are closed.

Here’s an interesting question. If the parks and monuments are closed, because they are not paying the employees, how are the guards getting paid?

If the government is closed, why do the Senators, Representatives, Cabinet members and President still get paid?

I’m just asking. If a small business owner closed his or her doors to the public, without honoring its previous obligations, the owner would be chastised, tarred and feathered.

What is the government’s punishment for their behavior? How do we as taxpayers get repaid for their noncompliance of our trust?

I’m just asking. Not that anyone will answer me. Will you? Will they?
We all deserve a response. Our country is such a mess.

Yes people, we do disagree on things. We do have opposite opinions on things. But as a nation we must learn to compromise with each other.

How do you think other countries are looking at us now? “Those crazy Americans. Look at them. Ha, ha, ha!”

Here is a note, specifically for the President.

Dear President Obama,

I voted for you both times, even though it was more because of there not being any other good choice. Regardless of that, I gave you my trust. I had hope.

Please guide our leaders. Please show them the way. Isn’t that your job? I’m not being rude. I’m just asking.

How can our nation improve? How can we grow? How will our economy get better if our government is shut down?

I am utterly confused right now. Please help me to understand.

Your Sister-in-arms and U.S. citizen (I have the birth certificate to prove it),

Melissa Flynn
MAOM

I know he will never read this. I am just venting. Try it. It helps me. Now I can move on. Now I can just wait and see what they do. Not that we have a choice. Horrible. Isn’t it?

So, as I stress and ponder, I move on. I advise you to do the same.

HE OWES ME

Learning to walk

Learning to walk

By Melissa Flynn

 

 

 I was recently reassured in my desire to inspire the masses. I want to inspire people to: Get Up! Get Out! And to Be Productive!

“He owes me for all that I have done through the years…I have no money. He does. So he has all the power.”

This was from a fifty-something-year-old man who is looking to his brother for financial aid.

I have repeatedly tried to sway this individual in his desire to seek aid. I have asked him to look within himself. I have asked him to find his purpose in life—figure out what he aspires to do.

“Try to only reach out to others when you are in dire need. If you regularly ask for help, others are less likely to be willing.”

I told him as I have told my son, over and over. “I will only help those who are trying to help themselves.”

I tried to explain that we are owners of our own fates. This reminds me of one of my favorite poems by William Ernest Henley.

“…It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.”

We all have our trials and hardships, at times. But no matter what, we must learn to refocus, never letting our goals out of sight.

Having this conversation reminded me that I have a lot of work to do. Many people are looking for direction. I want to be a guide to all those that are seeking solutions to all of life’s puzzles. I want people to know that there is hope for us all.

Within my soul, I believe that life is meant to be lived. And we all are here for a purpose. Find yours. And remember not to allow other to take control. It only adds to your sorrow.

As for the earlier mentioned individual, I guess time will tell his fate. But as for me, I’m moving on and trying to make my mother proud.