Amazing, by MwsR

Amazing how life changes so differently for everyone

Things remembered are often just not fun

When you really have never had much

More than is such a bunch.

Often we get settled in our ways

Things come around and we ignore the change

Feelings try to shift

Do you get my drift?

We get comfortable and forgetful

Inside some, this creates something vengeful

They become bitter, regretting this or that

All the effort they feel wasted in the tiffs,

Silence causes such a rift

Words get hurtful and people pitch fits

No one wants to be last and unimportant

No one wants to get stagnant.

Amazing how little effort we give to matters of the heart

Looking critically at ourselves is the start of change

Putting ourselves in other’s shoes

Looking unbias at our actions.

Until we can, we will be that stagnant person,

The unhappy person we so tried to avoid

The one who misses opportunity that leads to void.

Amazing as humans, we have abilities above all other living creatures

But we fail to act, hesitate to activate them, and venture

Venture into the path we should take,

Make the corrections we should make.

Amazing is seeing past blinders that create divisions

Divisions that we ourselves make,

In the steps we never take.

Word of the Week

NISUS  
[nahy-suhs]
noun an effort or striving toward a particular goal or
attainment; impulse.
QUOTES
The accumulation of wealth into a few hands is the nisus of all bad governments …
— “Ireland in 1832,” The Metropolitan, Vol. 5, No. 18, October 1832
ORIGIN
The rare noun nisus, a technical word used in various branches of philosophy and theology, comes directly from Latin nīsus, a derivative of the verb nītī and meaning “a resting of one’s weight on the ground, planting one’s feet firmly, a strong muscular effort, pressure (of forces), an endeavor, strong effort.” Nisus in the sense “effort” first appears at the end of the 17th century in the Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society of London. In later usage nisus simply means “impulse.”

MwsR Writings

Remember….


It’s not how much money you have or how expensive the things you have are that matter.
It’s your effort…your gusto…your heart…your smile…your forgiving nature…the kindness that makes you special.
Anyone can buy new and better things but a soul cannot be bought.

MwsR


Effort, poem by MwsR/Poem Share

F A L L I N G…

…Like leaves during a burst of wind on a new fall day

Too hurt though standing

With not much left to say

Thawing inside from the brutal words

That came from your frozen heart

Nothing can comfort the frost bite I have already

Is it too late, or am I not ready

Like dew that forms on a still blade of grass

I often see myself as coming up last

Trying hard though, in spite of it all

Helplessly wandering,

Never towering, but  just very small

Like rain before a hurricane, I give a good effort

Even knowing that the storms will come

That is always a good beginning

At least, it is something

Oh, the things that plague me the most

They are the good intentions that sometimes go array

Falling to the wayside unattended

As if I had nothing left to say

Oh, if effort could really be all one needs

Things could certainly be different,

At least, for me.

MwsR ❤