If I could talk to the moon, I would tell it to make me a tittle-tattle garden party by the neighbor’s front lawn, then I would ask tomorrow to hop on a Uber, zap through the streets, serve me up a plate on the yard, splash the naked truth on the driveway and welcome it. But honest to goodness truth, I can’t talk to the moon and even if I could, the sun would brusquely pop like a road runner with a spaghetti plate on its neck and say “hello, I am your Lyft driver; what’s your story?!” Yup, it would!
©️ Angela Aguiar
Somewhere in Myanmar
The school of life is a diploma that no one can take away from you. It is yours to keep, yours to embrace. It lectures you. It strengths you. It transforms you. It transports you. It gives you, you. Yes, life is one skillful academia with its own master of ceremony, and even if it knocks you down, clouds hover over you and the world appears to be going down the drain with no hopes, persevere. Look straight into your goal and smile. Keep going, slap any curb that comes your way and march on. Don’t give up or become slave to it. Fight and become an awesome individual God has carved you up to be because hope is the last thing to die; yes hope!
Someone told me today that I look better on a ponytail. Yeah, that’s right, a ponytail. Case closed. The customer is always right, right?! But wait, hold your horses right there missy. Who’s talking to you horsy?! I heard the tail begging me to please not put him on a corner, oops my bad, on a pony. So, I didn’t. I let him be, free as a cucumber to rejoice his glory. So there! He is a tail in a pony and feeling great about it. And… Got a question?! Because I am happy!