We live on a sunshine planet,

so be a little sunshine

At least every so often

To hug

And to laugh

As you must be special
Anyone

Seriously

This flaw will be the death of us

Remember the specialness

Give up on being the best

We are all more human

More than it seems

A sunshine love machine

Or jelly beans!

So get your special on!

My country

At this moment

I do not know what to make of thee

Are you snarky and sneaky

Or are you big hearted and amazing


I love my country

I get to love it more

It has its mystery

Yet chains are wiggling

I know something is wrong

And I can't make it right myself

I pray

Though I am not religious.

So to look to the future?

by the end of this year I imagine being able to see the way things are going better.  Just glad to be alive now.  My grandma taught me to be a form of pessimist.  Also to ask the questions that any good pessimist would ask!  Assuming that this sort of pessimism is in hope of optimism.  Assuming that there must be somewhere or somehow that true optimism exists.  This optimism is the diamond emotion, and is considered rare.  The acceptance of a reality with no possibility of optimism is hard to ensure from this perspective.  So pessimistic solutions are desperate ones in which people don't think things through.  A good idea is to live in a balanced state, as it may be difficult to do, difficult enough to matter.

The better world winner is still yet to be determined!

It is a hard question

Who

And what really makes a

Difference

But people do things

And I know they do

I hope soon that I will

Choose

A light that brightens

To throw my support

Here are more

Proofs

Of a world that cares

To build a better

World

Hello out there?

You want a better world, one thing..

Spend at least 200 times more time in a state of kindness to yourself and others than entertain some negative emotion.   And be weary of time since death is a reality?

Say something smarco?

The need for barf bags has gone way down, and a mystery, a barf bag?  Is this bag disguised to hide my offending inner release,  flowers inside scented and divine.  This could be fun, perhaps a good time.  A time for long academic lectures and rotten cabbages.  To learn what dreams are made of,   Where are the sailors now?  On an island somewhere?  Relish the new coconut water and new coconut shampoo, for a more jungly you,  to smell good.   And to be good person with shiny coconut hair.  Yea, I'm there.  Sign me up!

Some kind of creative genius factory may get my vote of massive support.

I am still seeking for the make a better world personal commitment prize of distinguishing prestigious honor.