Jul
29th

Jul
27th

“…history is always written by winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books – books which glorify their own clause and disparage the conqueredfoe. As Napoleon once said, ‘When is history but a fable agreed upon?’ …By it’s very nature, history is always a one-sided account.” – The Da Vinci Code

It’s sad to think that everything we are being taught may be all lies, which means everything we live for could be a lie.

Jul
27th

Jul
26th

When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dinning room table.

When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest mud.

When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming: “I’M NOT GOING”

When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for the piano lessons.
You thanked her by never ever bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old, she drove you all days,
from soccer to tuition to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking her to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she told you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thank her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18 years old, she cried at you high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus and carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good bye outside the dorm so you won’t be embarrassed by your friends.

When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying: “It’s none of your business.”

When your were 21,
she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying: “I don’t want to be like you.”

When you were 22, she hugged you at college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.

When you were 23,
she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was too small.

When you were 24, she met your fianceand
asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, Muuhh-ther, please!?

When you were 25, she helped to pay your wedding,
and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 30, she called some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her: “Things are different now.”

When you were 40,
she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”

When you were 50, she felt ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden that parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.

I stole that from Jacky‘s Xanga.

Jul
26th