They say the grass is greener on the other side. But I checked…
The grass is just as rugged, no matter what side you are on. It just depends on how much effort you put into nurturing it.
-A. Stuebbe
They say the grass is greener on the other side. But I checked…
The grass is just as rugged, no matter what side you are on. It just depends on how much effort you put into nurturing it.
-A. Stuebbe
While many have enjoyed a nice long weekend, remember WHY you can. The freedom we have is all because of those who sacrificed. Take time to give respect and honor those men and women. We should be honoring them everyday, because one day is not near enough. It will never be enough. Forever grateful. Forever remembering. "If you don't love this country, at least honor and celebrate those who have fought and died for the very freedom you use to express your dislike for it!" - David Goggins - A.Stuebbe
I remember reading the short story "An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge" By: Ambrose Bierce. This story teetered on the cliff of life vs death and perception vs reality. But, this story got my mind questioning the depths of our psyche. If you have read this story, you know most of it takes place in Farquhar's "fantasy" his mind conjures as he is minutes from his death. In his fantasy, he creates himself as the town hero or "hero of the south"", and is able to make a daring escape from the Union Soldiers scrap free. Reality is still there... waiting. Once he comes back from his "vision", he finds himself hanging off the bridge; meeting his untimely end. So, where am I going with this? Let me start by saying that many of us are not comfortable with the idea of our own demise. Throughout our life, we either make peace to accept it or deny it until our last breath.
Perception and reality. Would you say there is a fine line between the two?
I am sure you have heard of “my life flashed before my eyes” when a near death experience happens.
Constructing questions on the "nature of the Universe" because there is so much to mankind we do not see. Maybe perceptions mask denials and truth. For Farquhar in the short story (minutes before his death), maybe his psyche was able to create a new level of reality... Think about it. Maybe this perception is one that can not be seen during life, but only given moments before death. If any of these random thoughts make sense to you, let me know what you think between the two! ... and that's the tea. - A. Stuebbe
Sometimes... wait no. Most of the time, I'm exhausted. Exhausted of life, how the world is changing and how people are finding more ways to segregate. Forming new ways to isolate and divide society. Why? It. Is. Exhausting. Is it not? Is it so hard for us to simply live? Together? I don't want to sound like a beauty pageant contestant and say "World Peace", but if the shoe fits... I know I am not alone out there. I am just another voice hoping to be heard. ...And that's the tea. - A. Stuebbe
Happy wife happy life? But what about happy husband happy life…?
Is this never said simply because it doesn’t rhyme?
I always, ALWAYS hear the first phrase, never the latter. How is that fair? Husband and wife, we are equals. Give each other 100%.
Ladies, if you find yourself reading this, then let this be a reminder that we are not more deserving than our spouse when it comes to happiness. Mom’s are always saying they will raise their sons to treat a women right, but what about your daughters? Teach them to treat men right.
I understand there are good people, and there are bad people. But, there is too much expectation on singling men out for how they treat us. And I am talking about everything aside from common courtesy and being polite. Men need women to go the extra mile and find ways to make them smile. Even if it’s the little things.
So, here’s what I say. Let’s stop the stigma and treat men how they have been told to “treat” us.
… And that’s the tea.
-A.Stuebbe
Why do I see people rushing through life just to get to the next milestone?
Life is fleeting and we never know if our time will be clocked out before we are ready…
Sit down. Grab a cup of coffee or tea. Put your feet up. Get a book. Write. Whatever you want in that moment. But what you do need to do is…. Breathe.
… And that’s the tea.
-A. Stuebbe