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Everyone has a gift. A special talent setting them apart from others. What we do with that gift is up to us. It’s a shame when we fail to realize constructive ways to use our talent.

Yes, every life has a purpose and meaning. It’s understandable being a teenager and not seeing the potential good our talent can add to the world around us. Because we are growing and still developing aspects of who we want to be, our focus is on us and our own needs. As we mature, the “me” should give way to the “we”.

If we meet someone and develop a committed relationship, we have to consider the feelings of our partner. If we have a child, we are responsible for the development and well being of our child. If we can, we should help the child find his gift and encourage him to use it to the best of his ability.

Our talent is meant to be a blessing not only to us, but to others. It connects us in a positive way and makes life enjoyable on this planet we call home.

I’m not sure when I wrote this, but it had to be many years ago. The thought is still true though.

Something I was listening to on the radio popped this thought in my head. We are a greedy society. Now I remember what it was. A commercial for a product encouraging you to buy more to save money. I’ve never completely understood the buying in bulk thing. If you are not Octomom or The Duggars, why would you need a pack of 200 rolls of toilet paper? You may need a doctor if you are going to the bathroom that often.

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If you are a church or a shelter, you have to be prepared to take care of a large number of people at any given moment. I understand purchasing a drum of tuna and 50 boxes of tuna helper. But the average person/family should not need that much.

Companies are smart. They say buying in bulk saves you money. How much though? Couldn’t you use that money for other things?

I think it’s a way of rewarding gluttony. Fast food places give you coupons with offers to save money when you buy five burgers, five fries and five drinks. Yes, I understand it is meant for you to share with others. But you know not everyone shares. Especially their fries.

The other reason for bulk buying is the pending apocalypse. Man has talked about and tried to predict the end of the world since time began. No one knows when. But when it does, we will have plenty of canned peaches and jars of applesauce.

I’m not married or have any children, so the notion of buying a super size pack of toilet paper or five gallon bottle of ketchup is foreign to me. I live today because tomorrow is never promised. I enjoy the fruit of my labor now because I cannot picture me “retired”. Besides, why have my family friends fight over who gets the 300 packs of Kool Aid?

One of the most difficult things to say is I love you. One of the easiest to say is I hate you.

Anger is an easier emotion to show than compassion is to give. When we show we are caring and compassionate, we feel vulnerable. When we show we are upset and angry, we feel we are showing strength. We won’t be pushed around or walked over.

Love is intimate. Love is special. Supposedly, it is something we don’t just give willy-nilly to anyone. You have to earn it. You have to show it to receive it.

I love you.

Anger is like fireworks. It’s loud and sometimes unpredictable. Anyone within earshot or eyesight, can be caught in the crossfire. It is sometimes directed at someone who doesn’t deserve it. Once it is released, it cannot be pulled back.

One funny thing about both love and anger. They can easily become each other.

You have loved him for so long, but he just won’t do right, or return your love the same way. So you start to hate him, and become angry when you are around him. She gets on your nerves. You hate the way she chews gum. You think she dresses too flashy, and laughs too loud. But you think about her everyday. Hmm. Love?

Our emotions can rule us, and drive us to do and say things we regret later. The brain tries to provide some calm and rational perspective. But we don’t always listen until it’s too late. Then we all share one feeling. “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry.