Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Living the GoodLife
As many of you know, I've spent my past two years gaining a substantial amount of experience, and pushing myself to reach my fitness goals.
In doing so, I have learned not only a great deal about myself, but also about hard work, and happiness.
GoodLife, in particular, has helped guide me through the most tough times of my journey.
One thing I know for sure, however, is that if I can do it, so can you....
I have made this video in light of my journey, and I dedicate it to you: The people who have helped guide me. The people who have inspired me. The people who have pushed me. The people who believed in me... And the people who I believe in.
Impossible, is nothing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxcSsw78GYs
I encourage all of you to push yourself... You will never experience something so rewarding!
Love,
Alycia
In doing so, I have learned not only a great deal about myself, but also about hard work, and happiness.
GoodLife, in particular, has helped guide me through the most tough times of my journey.
One thing I know for sure, however, is that if I can do it, so can you....
I have made this video in light of my journey, and I dedicate it to you: The people who have helped guide me. The people who have inspired me. The people who have pushed me. The people who believed in me... And the people who I believe in.
Impossible, is nothing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxcSsw78GYs
I encourage all of you to push yourself... You will never experience something so rewarding!
Love,
Alycia
Friday, January 7, 2011
CBCs "Marketplace Big Gym RipOff" programme: What is Marketplace feeding our society!?
CBC is set to air the programme tonight, January 7th, 2011 at 8pm Eastern Time Zone.
Marketplace, who call themselves "Canada's Consumer Watchdog", is airing the programme, named "Big Gym Ripoff", in which they attempt and expose Canada' private fitness companies as 'Rip-off Agencies'.
In the program, they expose a series of different fitness companies in the country, and attempt to point out faults in their systematic payment plans, among other areas of interest.
GoodLife Fitness, being one of the targeted companies, has set out a Key Message Response to the program, and I am about to go over a few key points in regards to this so called Marketplace "expose".
According to Marketplace, the recent Ipsos Reid poll put in place by CBC Television found that 39% of adult Canadians have experienced problems with overbilling due to their membership through a private fitness facility. In 2008, however, the Canadian Better Business Bureau registered only 654 complaints from all over Canada, in regards to this overbilling. With GoodLife Fitness having over 4 million members nation-wide, 654 complaints is less than 1/10th of 1% of the total number of fitness memberships across Canada! That is, 0.01635% of members who have had 'problems with overbilling'.
When potential members come in to a private fitness facility, they are made aware of the terms and conditions of an agreement. No less, everything is written on their contract, to which they are asked to read before signing. It is up to that individual person to acknowledge these terms and conditions before registering.
In most cases, this 'overbilling' issue is a result of non-sufficient funds during the date of an automatic payment. It is common knowledge that, when a payment is set to come out of your account and you do not have sufficient funds to meet that payment, your BANK will charge you a non-sufficient fund payment, which has nothing to do with the company requesting the payment. These NSF payments automatically come out of your bank account once there are sufficient funds, and can rage anywhere from $30.00-$45.00 CN, depending on your branch.
This is an Out-Of-Agreement cost, that these members are viewing as an "overbilling" when, in fact, it has nothing to do with their gym facility, nor their membership payment.
A good point to address, is that society today has a lacking for patience. When you make a change to an agreement, no matter where this agreement takes place, it will take some time to process the change: Especially when this is a financial change, such as the switching of a bank account for instance. Changes like such cannot be processed immediately, as they coincide not only with the company with whom you are modifying your agreement, but also with the third party companies, who provide the financial transfer (IE: your bank). For this reason, process dates can be anywhere from 7-10 days.
Canada has some of the best consumer protection laws in the world, however, it is absolutely imperative that individuals take responsibility for themselves. You cannot sign a contract, not read the agreement in full, and then put someone else at fault for your own mistake.
Not to mention that I, among many others, am thoroughly disappointed in the angle Marketplace took, in approaching the subject. They went into their investigations with negative intentions, looking solely for negative responses.
Of course, when you research a subject to make your point, you are more apt to use only the research that works to your advantage, and this is exactly what marketplace has done: They have used a negative approach to commission only negative feedback.
Marketplace's subjects are concerned with the price of gym memberships... These gym memberships, which cost only a little more than $1.00 CN/day! How much of Canada's population find themselves at Tim Hortons each morning? How much does that coffee cost you?
Such subjects are also concerned with the agreement length. Members are given the option as to the length of their membership! Even so, for those fitness companies who hold only one or two membership term options; What do these subjects want? They want to reach their goals! How are you going to reach your fitness goals, in 2 weeks? Or, hauntingly enough, one or two visits to the gym per month? Simply put, you're not.
Now, imagine this:
Private Fitness Facilities no longer exist: What if YOUR tax dollars had supply the entire population of Canada with fitness memberships?
GoodLife Fitness states:
"Currently, over 50% of our tax dollars go to funding healthcare and hospitals and fitness and physical activity is the only way to help lower the cost of healthcare. So, if you remove private fitness providers and put them out of business, our tax bill will be higher"
GoodLife Fitness states that private fitness facilities ARE the new healthcare system!
61% of adults in Canada are either Obese, or Overweight! 61%!
"Should we not be focusing our energy and energy in the media to helping raise awareness about this issue and educate Canadians about the impact on our healthcare system and what we can do to overcome this epidemic?" says GoodLife Fitness.
Ironically enough, almost 500 members of this same CBC team and their families are GoodLife Fitness members...
Marketplace promises "We've Got Your Back". Will they also be paying our taxes?
Alycia Dort
Customer Service Representative and Member Ambassador
GoodLife Fitness
Marketplace, who call themselves "Canada's Consumer Watchdog", is airing the programme, named "Big Gym Ripoff", in which they attempt and expose Canada' private fitness companies as 'Rip-off Agencies'.
In the program, they expose a series of different fitness companies in the country, and attempt to point out faults in their systematic payment plans, among other areas of interest.
GoodLife Fitness, being one of the targeted companies, has set out a Key Message Response to the program, and I am about to go over a few key points in regards to this so called Marketplace "expose".
According to Marketplace, the recent Ipsos Reid poll put in place by CBC Television found that 39% of adult Canadians have experienced problems with overbilling due to their membership through a private fitness facility. In 2008, however, the Canadian Better Business Bureau registered only 654 complaints from all over Canada, in regards to this overbilling. With GoodLife Fitness having over 4 million members nation-wide, 654 complaints is less than 1/10th of 1% of the total number of fitness memberships across Canada! That is, 0.01635% of members who have had 'problems with overbilling'.
When potential members come in to a private fitness facility, they are made aware of the terms and conditions of an agreement. No less, everything is written on their contract, to which they are asked to read before signing. It is up to that individual person to acknowledge these terms and conditions before registering.
In most cases, this 'overbilling' issue is a result of non-sufficient funds during the date of an automatic payment. It is common knowledge that, when a payment is set to come out of your account and you do not have sufficient funds to meet that payment, your BANK will charge you a non-sufficient fund payment, which has nothing to do with the company requesting the payment. These NSF payments automatically come out of your bank account once there are sufficient funds, and can rage anywhere from $30.00-$45.00 CN, depending on your branch.
This is an Out-Of-Agreement cost, that these members are viewing as an "overbilling" when, in fact, it has nothing to do with their gym facility, nor their membership payment.
A good point to address, is that society today has a lacking for patience. When you make a change to an agreement, no matter where this agreement takes place, it will take some time to process the change: Especially when this is a financial change, such as the switching of a bank account for instance. Changes like such cannot be processed immediately, as they coincide not only with the company with whom you are modifying your agreement, but also with the third party companies, who provide the financial transfer (IE: your bank). For this reason, process dates can be anywhere from 7-10 days.
Canada has some of the best consumer protection laws in the world, however, it is absolutely imperative that individuals take responsibility for themselves. You cannot sign a contract, not read the agreement in full, and then put someone else at fault for your own mistake.
Not to mention that I, among many others, am thoroughly disappointed in the angle Marketplace took, in approaching the subject. They went into their investigations with negative intentions, looking solely for negative responses.
Of course, when you research a subject to make your point, you are more apt to use only the research that works to your advantage, and this is exactly what marketplace has done: They have used a negative approach to commission only negative feedback.
Marketplace's subjects are concerned with the price of gym memberships... These gym memberships, which cost only a little more than $1.00 CN/day! How much of Canada's population find themselves at Tim Hortons each morning? How much does that coffee cost you?
Such subjects are also concerned with the agreement length. Members are given the option as to the length of their membership! Even so, for those fitness companies who hold only one or two membership term options; What do these subjects want? They want to reach their goals! How are you going to reach your fitness goals, in 2 weeks? Or, hauntingly enough, one or two visits to the gym per month? Simply put, you're not.
Now, imagine this:
Private Fitness Facilities no longer exist: What if YOUR tax dollars had supply the entire population of Canada with fitness memberships?
GoodLife Fitness states:
"Currently, over 50% of our tax dollars go to funding healthcare and hospitals and fitness and physical activity is the only way to help lower the cost of healthcare. So, if you remove private fitness providers and put them out of business, our tax bill will be higher"
GoodLife Fitness states that private fitness facilities ARE the new healthcare system!
61% of adults in Canada are either Obese, or Overweight! 61%!
"Should we not be focusing our energy and energy in the media to helping raise awareness about this issue and educate Canadians about the impact on our healthcare system and what we can do to overcome this epidemic?" says GoodLife Fitness.
Ironically enough, almost 500 members of this same CBC team and their families are GoodLife Fitness members...
Marketplace promises "We've Got Your Back". Will they also be paying our taxes?
Alycia Dort
Customer Service Representative and Member Ambassador
GoodLife Fitness
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Love vs love
I used to think that Love was love.
But then I grew up.
I grew up, and I realized that Love and love are two very different emotions, with two very different meanings.
Now, I certainly did not come to this realization by my own accord, of course not. This lesson took time, and patience and, above all, experience. Experiences that I wouldn't necessarily classify as happy, despite their grand reward of wisdom.
My best friend Leslie and I, have been best friends since the beginning of grade ten. Although that gives us only two and a half years of best-friend-ship, I'm sure she would agree in that it feels as if we have known one another for a lifetime.
And in that lifetime, we have seen each other through a great deal of hardships, struggles, losses, smiles, tears, gains, and love.
At the age of fifteen, we feel as though we have ruled the world. We have endured fifteen years of experience, and now we are old enough to claim certainty on our feelings. At the age of fifteen, we are all grown up, and ready to experience the rest of what life hands us.
But at the age of fifteen, we are naive, because only with age and experience does wisdom and readiness come.
I believe it was Jordan Schriver, a friend of both mine and Leslie's, who introduced the difference to both of us; The difference between Love and love, I mean. I'm not particularly certain as to the context of his explanation, but essentially, he used capitalization as a visual form of explanation:
As humans, we have the ability to love, and we DO love. We come into this world being loved. We grow (hopefully) near people who love us. We are held with arms of love. When we cried, we were spoken to in loving tones. And as we grow older, we develop friendships and bonds with those closest to us. We learn to love them. We protect them, and are there for them, because they mean something to us. Because we care.
We learn the meaning of love at such a young age that it becomes second nature for us to love. We express this love through word, and we express this love through physical embrace, and eventually, we think nothing of it.
But dear friend, understand that there is a very different type of "love". And the act of confusing or infusing the two together is a very dangerous path. One to which I do not advise you take.
I had my very first crush when I was 5 years old. His name was Benjamin. I know what you're thinking; How can a five year old come to such a declaration of emotion, when they are not capable of recounting the definition of such a feeling. And that is exactly my point. I had a crush on this boy for 7 years. All the way up until grade 6. What did I like about him? Good question. I can't even tell you his last name anymore. I can scarcely remember what he looked like, but the only vivid memories I have in relation to this young boy, is myself giving a piece of paper to Mrs Miller, my teacher, reading " I love ben", before running into the girls' washroom with my good friend Erika.
Why did we hide? I suppose we simply felt it appropriate to run away from my confession of love.
So, it's safe to say that we can associate love with:
-Family
-Friends
-Crushes
-Inanimate Objects (Like my Dino Blanky... Yes, my childhood baby blanket that I carried with me everywhere, and whom still today resides under the covers to my bed)
But Love... Oh, Love, is a very dangerous word.
No, you shouldn't spend countless hours bulking up on muscle in order to defend yourself from this intimidating Capital L. But you SHOULD take the time to feed your heart, because there is no possible way that your biceps and deltoids will be able to defend that precious piece of your soul.
I can guarantee you, that if you ask 10 people around you, right this moment, if they have ever been in love with someone, 7-8 out of those 10 people, will say yes. Which is all fine and dandy, but ask those same 10 people that same 1 question in ten years from now, and I bet they will have fallen in love with a different person.
Love, my dear friend, is the kind of love that reveals your soul to the world. The kind of love that strips you from your clothing, and exploits you, for all the world to see. Love... Love is frustrating. It is never-ending, and ever-enduring. It is passionate, and it is possessive. It is angry, it is sad, it is consuming, overwhelming, and unbearably intense. But it is beautiful. Love happens with one person, at one time, and never again does that same Love come along.
"love" is a state of emotion, and our perception of this feeling changes each and every day. It is a drug. We love our family, and once that love becomes a part of us, we fall immune to it. And then we love our friends, and once again we feel love until it fades into our souls. And then we love our Benjamin's, but soon enough, that love has no effect on us.
And then we Love.
And Love never fades.
In no way am I saying that Alycia at the age of 5, did not actually love Benjamin (Insert Last Name Here). I'm just saying that Alycia at the age of 17, realized that love is ever-growing, and that my love at the age of 5 does not nearly compare to the Love I feel for another, at the age of 17.
I'm sure at 100, I still will not have experienced the extent of love's power.
Remember, Love is dangerous, and Love WILL, most definitely, out-live us all.
But then I grew up.
I grew up, and I realized that Love and love are two very different emotions, with two very different meanings.
Now, I certainly did not come to this realization by my own accord, of course not. This lesson took time, and patience and, above all, experience. Experiences that I wouldn't necessarily classify as happy, despite their grand reward of wisdom.
My best friend Leslie and I, have been best friends since the beginning of grade ten. Although that gives us only two and a half years of best-friend-ship, I'm sure she would agree in that it feels as if we have known one another for a lifetime.
And in that lifetime, we have seen each other through a great deal of hardships, struggles, losses, smiles, tears, gains, and love.
At the age of fifteen, we feel as though we have ruled the world. We have endured fifteen years of experience, and now we are old enough to claim certainty on our feelings. At the age of fifteen, we are all grown up, and ready to experience the rest of what life hands us.
But at the age of fifteen, we are naive, because only with age and experience does wisdom and readiness come.
I believe it was Jordan Schriver, a friend of both mine and Leslie's, who introduced the difference to both of us; The difference between Love and love, I mean. I'm not particularly certain as to the context of his explanation, but essentially, he used capitalization as a visual form of explanation:
As humans, we have the ability to love, and we DO love. We come into this world being loved. We grow (hopefully) near people who love us. We are held with arms of love. When we cried, we were spoken to in loving tones. And as we grow older, we develop friendships and bonds with those closest to us. We learn to love them. We protect them, and are there for them, because they mean something to us. Because we care.
We learn the meaning of love at such a young age that it becomes second nature for us to love. We express this love through word, and we express this love through physical embrace, and eventually, we think nothing of it.
But dear friend, understand that there is a very different type of "love". And the act of confusing or infusing the two together is a very dangerous path. One to which I do not advise you take.
I had my very first crush when I was 5 years old. His name was Benjamin. I know what you're thinking; How can a five year old come to such a declaration of emotion, when they are not capable of recounting the definition of such a feeling. And that is exactly my point. I had a crush on this boy for 7 years. All the way up until grade 6. What did I like about him? Good question. I can't even tell you his last name anymore. I can scarcely remember what he looked like, but the only vivid memories I have in relation to this young boy, is myself giving a piece of paper to Mrs Miller, my teacher, reading " I love ben", before running into the girls' washroom with my good friend Erika.
Why did we hide? I suppose we simply felt it appropriate to run away from my confession of love.
So, it's safe to say that we can associate love with:
-Family
-Friends
-Crushes
-Inanimate Objects (Like my Dino Blanky... Yes, my childhood baby blanket that I carried with me everywhere, and whom still today resides under the covers to my bed)
But Love... Oh, Love, is a very dangerous word.
No, you shouldn't spend countless hours bulking up on muscle in order to defend yourself from this intimidating Capital L. But you SHOULD take the time to feed your heart, because there is no possible way that your biceps and deltoids will be able to defend that precious piece of your soul.
I can guarantee you, that if you ask 10 people around you, right this moment, if they have ever been in love with someone, 7-8 out of those 10 people, will say yes. Which is all fine and dandy, but ask those same 10 people that same 1 question in ten years from now, and I bet they will have fallen in love with a different person.
Love, my dear friend, is the kind of love that reveals your soul to the world. The kind of love that strips you from your clothing, and exploits you, for all the world to see. Love... Love is frustrating. It is never-ending, and ever-enduring. It is passionate, and it is possessive. It is angry, it is sad, it is consuming, overwhelming, and unbearably intense. But it is beautiful. Love happens with one person, at one time, and never again does that same Love come along.
"love" is a state of emotion, and our perception of this feeling changes each and every day. It is a drug. We love our family, and once that love becomes a part of us, we fall immune to it. And then we love our friends, and once again we feel love until it fades into our souls. And then we love our Benjamin's, but soon enough, that love has no effect on us.
And then we Love.
And Love never fades.
In no way am I saying that Alycia at the age of 5, did not actually love Benjamin (Insert Last Name Here). I'm just saying that Alycia at the age of 17, realized that love is ever-growing, and that my love at the age of 5 does not nearly compare to the Love I feel for another, at the age of 17.
I'm sure at 100, I still will not have experienced the extent of love's power.
Remember, Love is dangerous, and Love WILL, most definitely, out-live us all.
Embodiment
Written Monday, May 26th, 2008
Embodied
Here I am lying in the snow as it melts into droplets, that absolve into the warmth of the earth.
And I am left here to die.
Swift
I flash past you, and all you feel is a light breeze floating above your fingertips
And then I am gone.
Forever.
Goodbye.
Alycia Dort
Written Monday, May 26th, 2008
Embodied
Here I am lying in the snow as it melts into droplets, that absolve into the warmth of the earth.
And I am left here to die.
Swift
I flash past you, and all you feel is a light breeze floating above your fingertips
And then I am gone.
Forever.
Goodbye.
Alycia Dort
The Simple Truth
The Simple Truth
Written Saturday, August 9th, 2009
So I'm not a fan of blogging. Not very much at all. But I AM a fan of truth, and intellect, and creational thought. I am a strong believer in expression of moral values, and life, and something very serious has begun to cross my mind more severally than that which I would have hoped. My thought process became obscenely important to me, and I tried to justify my own comforts, while realizing that this is the very thing that has ruined the world. Comfort.
We're pained at the thought of change. It terrifies most of us. Now, don't get me wrong, I know some people who enjoy a little misplacement within their lives, and accept it with wide open arms as challenge, and new opportunities, however I, myself, am not one of these people.
I hyperventalate at the thought of changing my life. I become morbidly bitter and incoherent and illogical. Irrational thoughts file in line behind the mislogic, and I find myself utterly screwed.
Watching the world is a bit alarming. The mistakes people make. Of course it is only but human nature, however they seem to have no idea what they are doing to themselves. They busy themselves with inanimate objects simply to take their minds from their problems at hand. They use licquor, and drugs, and lust, and desire to overcome their inner sadness, and inner grief. Simply so that they can live "pleased". Happy, they say. Well... They don't stay happy for long, now do they?
Now let's all take a second to sit down, and breathe. Deep, deep breaths. In, and out... And in... And out.
Breathing. It has become custom to us. Habit, even. So familiar, that we posess mostly no figments of awareness on the act.
It holds no conscious importance in our lives. It's just something we do. Without it, we would die. But do we forget to breathe? No. COULD we forget to breathe? Consciously, yes. But not so otherwise. Because it is a familiarity to us. We are comfortable with it.
Like talking. Talking has taken place of significance in our lives. 90% of us loath the silence, and so we talk. We talk to fill the silence, and to leave ourselves content. Silence drives us the sane, and even the very thought of it is very much appalling in certain scenerios. Such as when we have company. When we are in the presence of people. Our loved ones. Friends. Acquaintances.
Imagine going on a date where noone spoke. The very thought of this predicament leaves me feeling inadequate, unimportant. Wow. Awkward.
Why on earth does silence bother us so? Possibly because it has become such a habit to us; we grew up with the noise of busy life. It was around us our entire lives. As we learned to speak, or when we became sleep deprivated. Was it not with the help of noise that we found comfort? comforting words of support. The soothing whispers of the wind, the crickets, the cars. The sounds of many talking; insignificance looming. Taken by reality and drowning our angers in music.
Funny how in order to escape the stresses of sound, we use sound, don't you think?
It's kinda like replacing a half-filled notebook, with a full one. Why? It gets us nowhere. So what is the point?
What is the point?
WHAT IS THE POINT?
WHAT IS THE POINT?
I can ask myself that very question a million times, and yet I have no answer. There IS no point. We do this because it is familiar and habitual to us. We are used to our lifestyles.
I cannot tell you how many times I have seeked the aid of my friends, and not processed even a word of what they had said to me. Because it did not matter what they said. I was selfindulged in comfort. I liked that comfort so much, in fact, that I did not much care about the struggles looming around it. I didn't care. Not until they caught up with me, and it was too late. And then it hits you. You have no way out. No way to get out of the mess you dug yourself into. The only way out of the whole; the life you build yourself around in troubles and comfort, is to build a compleltely new one. And there, you face a bigger predicament; discomfort. Ooh la la, hello new friend. Literally.
We have to give up everything that ties us down to that person.
Our lifestyles.
Our habbits.
Our values.
And many of our friends.
And we do not really know what to do about that, no do we?
And so what do we do? We continue the act out of comfort. And familiarity.
Wasting years of your life, while people around you watch you make mistakes, and keep moving, because they tried to warn you, and you did not listen to them.
Well, I have got some great news for the world. Familarity will only but drag you down, while you cling to comfort for dear life. Have fun. I can only leave you all with this:
I'm not sticking around to watch it happen.
Alycia Dort
Written Saturday, August 9th, 2009
So I'm not a fan of blogging. Not very much at all. But I AM a fan of truth, and intellect, and creational thought. I am a strong believer in expression of moral values, and life, and something very serious has begun to cross my mind more severally than that which I would have hoped. My thought process became obscenely important to me, and I tried to justify my own comforts, while realizing that this is the very thing that has ruined the world. Comfort.
We're pained at the thought of change. It terrifies most of us. Now, don't get me wrong, I know some people who enjoy a little misplacement within their lives, and accept it with wide open arms as challenge, and new opportunities, however I, myself, am not one of these people.
I hyperventalate at the thought of changing my life. I become morbidly bitter and incoherent and illogical. Irrational thoughts file in line behind the mislogic, and I find myself utterly screwed.
Watching the world is a bit alarming. The mistakes people make. Of course it is only but human nature, however they seem to have no idea what they are doing to themselves. They busy themselves with inanimate objects simply to take their minds from their problems at hand. They use licquor, and drugs, and lust, and desire to overcome their inner sadness, and inner grief. Simply so that they can live "pleased". Happy, they say. Well... They don't stay happy for long, now do they?
Now let's all take a second to sit down, and breathe. Deep, deep breaths. In, and out... And in... And out.
Breathing. It has become custom to us. Habit, even. So familiar, that we posess mostly no figments of awareness on the act.
It holds no conscious importance in our lives. It's just something we do. Without it, we would die. But do we forget to breathe? No. COULD we forget to breathe? Consciously, yes. But not so otherwise. Because it is a familiarity to us. We are comfortable with it.
Like talking. Talking has taken place of significance in our lives. 90% of us loath the silence, and so we talk. We talk to fill the silence, and to leave ourselves content. Silence drives us the sane, and even the very thought of it is very much appalling in certain scenerios. Such as when we have company. When we are in the presence of people. Our loved ones. Friends. Acquaintances.
Imagine going on a date where noone spoke. The very thought of this predicament leaves me feeling inadequate, unimportant. Wow. Awkward.
Why on earth does silence bother us so? Possibly because it has become such a habit to us; we grew up with the noise of busy life. It was around us our entire lives. As we learned to speak, or when we became sleep deprivated. Was it not with the help of noise that we found comfort? comforting words of support. The soothing whispers of the wind, the crickets, the cars. The sounds of many talking; insignificance looming. Taken by reality and drowning our angers in music.
Funny how in order to escape the stresses of sound, we use sound, don't you think?
It's kinda like replacing a half-filled notebook, with a full one. Why? It gets us nowhere. So what is the point?
What is the point?
WHAT IS THE POINT?
WHAT IS THE POINT?
I can ask myself that very question a million times, and yet I have no answer. There IS no point. We do this because it is familiar and habitual to us. We are used to our lifestyles.
I cannot tell you how many times I have seeked the aid of my friends, and not processed even a word of what they had said to me. Because it did not matter what they said. I was selfindulged in comfort. I liked that comfort so much, in fact, that I did not much care about the struggles looming around it. I didn't care. Not until they caught up with me, and it was too late. And then it hits you. You have no way out. No way to get out of the mess you dug yourself into. The only way out of the whole; the life you build yourself around in troubles and comfort, is to build a compleltely new one. And there, you face a bigger predicament; discomfort. Ooh la la, hello new friend. Literally.
We have to give up everything that ties us down to that person.
Our lifestyles.
Our habbits.
Our values.
And many of our friends.
And we do not really know what to do about that, no do we?
And so what do we do? We continue the act out of comfort. And familiarity.
Wasting years of your life, while people around you watch you make mistakes, and keep moving, because they tried to warn you, and you did not listen to them.
Well, I have got some great news for the world. Familarity will only but drag you down, while you cling to comfort for dear life. Have fun. I can only leave you all with this:
I'm not sticking around to watch it happen.
Alycia Dort
Time
Time
Written Saturday, November 21st, 2009
Take my hand and lead me, to a place where there's no pain,
Where footsteps never fade beneath the snow,
Where there's no one you wished you didn't know.
Take my hand, and I will follow, as long as you are here,
But promise me, that you will never go,
You mean more to me than you could ever know.
I'm trying to fall without breaking in two
I'm trying to stay in this strength.
I'm feeling I'm flying but inside I'm dying away
I don't belong in this place.
Hold me tightly, help me to discover happiness,
A smile that I can plaster on my face,
A knowledge that I've found a better place.
Touch me gently, softly, and push the tears away,
Even though I'm failing the race,
Time, can be such a disgrace.
I feel so locked up in this world,
That I can't stand to be apart,
From the ones who've shaped my soul,
And the ones who've shaped my heart
Throwing caution to the wind,
When I'm running back from all things real.
Is this pain I feel?
I'm trying to fall without breaking in two
I'm trying to stay in this strength.
But I keep on fighting for the rest of my life,
I'll never find that better place,
If I keep trying to find strength,
I'll never see that smiling face,
Time, can be such a disgrace.
Alycia Dort
Written Saturday, November 21st, 2009
Take my hand and lead me, to a place where there's no pain,
Where footsteps never fade beneath the snow,
Where there's no one you wished you didn't know.
Take my hand, and I will follow, as long as you are here,
But promise me, that you will never go,
You mean more to me than you could ever know.
I'm trying to fall without breaking in two
I'm trying to stay in this strength.
I'm feeling I'm flying but inside I'm dying away
I don't belong in this place.
Hold me tightly, help me to discover happiness,
A smile that I can plaster on my face,
A knowledge that I've found a better place.
Touch me gently, softly, and push the tears away,
Even though I'm failing the race,
Time, can be such a disgrace.
I feel so locked up in this world,
That I can't stand to be apart,
From the ones who've shaped my soul,
And the ones who've shaped my heart
Throwing caution to the wind,
When I'm running back from all things real.
Is this pain I feel?
I'm trying to fall without breaking in two
I'm trying to stay in this strength.
But I keep on fighting for the rest of my life,
I'll never find that better place,
If I keep trying to find strength,
I'll never see that smiling face,
Time, can be such a disgrace.
Alycia Dort
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