Doing this was quite awkward. Writing, being, expressiveness has been cloaked by the persona. Creating a perception of someone between a fairy godmother and a twenty-something. Full of charge-de-vive and anything is possible exhuberance. At this quiet ponsive self-reflection. Behind the mask of the sparkled green eyes, contently knowing that she is her own person.
Gently casting aside any of the doubt, uncertainties she swallowed whole. There grazed tiny bursts of wrinkles were like minute soft brushes of an artist's touch. A rarity to see any pretty face to have light shadows in the precise right place at her cheek bone, eye brow, ski slope nose, with ski jump cut off to glide down to the lips. The lips were neither unnaturally full or meanness thin.
Businesses want unique and vibrant new approaches to win in the competitive environment. It was not what anyone would have imagined. Someone who could have been voted in as "least likely" could write without limitations. Calm over reception, and patient on a growing following, she started to write for her heart. Knowing that to glide gracefully into middle age, with a kinship of followers. Those so many brilliant contributors to our world: you deserve the #bestofeverything . I have sprinkled #bestofeverything around the web and social media world.
Without any doctorate, she was insightful and could burst forward and upward such incredible tales, art, photography bounced over into social media integrity.
Support good causes. Promote the good things that the citizen's of the world who are kind, creative,, inspiring, knowledgeable and tuned in. Landing firmly on instinctively what they craved. To create a means to which the online or social media could decide for themselves what is popular, good, motivational, spiritual, inspirational so that readership grew.
People everywhere turned their Twitter, their favorite bloggers, InstaGram to take the temperature of the world. Breaths of fear on all opposing factions were felt in unison.
UTOPIA. Whether by history of occurrence, they forgot what it felt like to be able to ignore the mere harmless to hideous events.
IRONIC. As they paid less and less attention to the likes of violence, blood bursting cuts, civil unrest, boastfulness. The immunity great to no longer watching anything violent. It was no longer in their instincts. Ideals to be violent or hate widdled away and became less and less. If the world's brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, teachers, security settled softly on what could ever have been anything but an optimistic world, where hate was suffocated out by soulfull humanity, caring for health or those less healthy.
Education was a social gathering, embraced by the majority. Families had fun, hugged neighbours, and heros were scattered around. They embraced, financed, secured, flew up the pinnacle of learning and expanding knowledge. In its dust lay particles of what was considered high IQs a decade past.
Science was the most distinguished occupation to aspire to which was sometimes, very few, could accomplish both science and computing. Curiosity was boosted in the children's schools, Gliding in harmony with sports as the best adrenaline rush.
Ignorance of the past worlds, or so shortly ago, was the way to go. To get better, stay positive, set goals you find reaching within your sight. The goals of tarnished pasts, were left aside, like sanitation fields in our lives.
The governments did not create controversies and were respected and revered when honored with high office based on their unified vote. The positive examples sliced carefully throughout their lives jolting us to chase corruption, dishonesty, self-serving power, violence or war. Which found to be settling as such a fine dust, the family's dog brushes the minuet slivers out into the air, with a push of the wind, onto the lapping waters, the sunset orangely casting a glow to scent the fish to jump out of the waters, disarmed by the cleansing that catch and the water did.
The best leaders were innovators, genuine geniuses, information, puritists, void of gossip, sensationalism, horror, or violence. Honor among thieves were only known by the tales of braveness, courage, patience, and love overcame the lost souls.
The network and telephony towers were dismantled only leaving one clear link: the internet, world wide web. The steel from the structures of the television stations, radio celebrity mics, and leftover wire donated to the creators of sculptures and statues that were never defaced, driven into, jumped on or marked in the slightest.
As unlike any global change, some rebelled to the sudden outlook shift. They had once been loved, idolized and up on top at almost anything they could do on the backs of the disadvantaged, single parents, poor, uneducated, sick outcasts. They, unwisely, thought that shananigans and soap operas would win their dwaining audience followers back to play. Not once not ever. They faded and dwindled to a backdrop as brick, stones, wood -- surfaces that are never once the same, the same color throughout, a roughness to the touch so that one would remove their hand.
The glory began to be celebrated not by any specific date by occurrence ... the freedom to create anything magical was the straw that catapulted meodicracy to the sublime. They soon became known to be the gifted.
Writers, bloggers, journalists on the world wide web, internet, softphone, communication wire were tuned into and drifting unconsciously towards Utopia where the #bestofeverything would reside. The want of choice floated away as the wanted to keep the feeling of happiness, peace and never a cause for forgiveness. New children, born into the world did experience punishment, discipline, authority because they were surrounded by encouragement, love, gentle pushes to the always possible fulfillment of their dreams.
An interesting world indeed. A prima ballerina would surprisingly chose to be harvesters of orchards of fruit, seeds into nuts, with livestock that were free of any hormones or growth expeditors.
Like most of humanity by then, cows and horses, herds of sheep, goats or flocks of eagles, chickens or budgies were peaceful. They lived in harmony, sharing their eggs, milk without having to once donate any meat. The fields of abundantly overflowing vegetables were there to nibble on, never encountering fences, no need for toxic pesticides that left with the rest of rejectful and harmful former occupants. The balance of survival had been tipped so far on the scale beaming with life.
One of the first known rebelious cult found were carnivores. Rejecting any sense of smell, they purposely overfed themselves with the many animals, birds, organic beings to find, experiment or test with dishes where a trickle of blood on a brilliantly white plate, is the highest honor and defining chef celebrity. They were called the Gorgers.
There was this most incredibly beautiful place on earth. Selled by an organic group, surrounded by fortresses and family homes, with afield of flowers skipping across the meadows as the backdrop ..........
________________________ you, the reader, can contribute the next sentence or paragraph in your comment. Forming the authority on what truly is what we, the people, not the media, corrupt, lying, cheaters would want us to believe what they say, instead it is our testimony of what we believe is #thebestofeverything
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