Motels

 Imagine a substandard motel.

Broken furniture, moldy bathroom and poor air.

Imagine being required to pay up front.

Complaints are obstinately refuted.  All is well-not really.

Imagine a family nervously checking out and saying everything was fine.

Imagine not allowing the owner to get away with a swindle.  

Speaking up and declaring exposure if policy isn't reversed.

Refund and ensconced at a decent place.

But nothing changed.

The subpar remained.

Too many nervous 'don't make waves' people.

Not enough truth seekers.

The tide is turning.

Don't stop.

Excuse Vs Solution

 Having a collegiate background in Clinical Psych, I'm familiar with mental health terms.

They've changed over the years, some good some well, trendy.  In other words, it isn't always to manipulate.  It can be honest attempts to better describe a condition.  Instead of 'oh well, that's just the way it is', we have possessed methods of understanding.

If someone has a particular condition, one might live with it and either improve or settle into the sediment.  How a ticker works can lead to keep it just ticking or tick better -s-.

Learn about yourself.  Don't be afraid.  Be honest and consult with open people who seek enlightenment.  

Some of what goes on is 'birds of a feather' as in misery loves company.  Or it serves those who wish to control others.

Seek those birds who also seek folks who want/need answers.

Controlling due to lack of self vs self control/enlightenment.

Re-member

 Pieces.

Win some, lose some.

Losing nearly an entire book collection is galvanizing.  And a choice.

Either one just stops and sits in the middle of the mess crying woe is me OR one stands up and starts rebuilding.  Tough?  Well gee, things can be tougher.

And the info/data in those books resides in the head.

The secrets of the ancients are within, they say.  Accumulated knowledge is elsewhere but starts inside.  What do you do with it?  Depends on what it is.

Re-membering.  Putting pieces together.  Retrieval.

There is nothing here.  Or something.

Don't mismatch.  No arms for legs.

Loss Redux

 Our losses are personal.

Forgive the captain obvious remark.

Each of us suffers in our own way.

Loss over the decades, even the millennia, are incalcuable.  

Most of us, for instance, have not had everything taken and finally Freedom, then herded into cattle cars and exterminated.

Many of us came to America with little and next to nothing.  Then we made our way up and out.  

Many of us, born here, have a loss of perspective re Freedom and possessions.

It must be taught to appreciate both.

My greatest loss was family, friends and associates.  Yet, they are with me still and in a way that they can never go nor be taken away.

Once at a point with only the clothes on one's back and no roof over one's head to amassing things.  Remember they are indeed just things.

Then, taken away partially.

Sitting in a room with most of those remaining things in back and to the side, it streamlines 'things'.  

One takes what is inside, memory, learning, love and all and rebuilds.

Use what is available and never forget.

Freedom, not tyranny motivates just as love and not hate grows.  

Gain.