Why is it? A thought

Why is it that we believe that someone with more followers has more knowledge? Why are we more apt to discredit someone with almost no followers? True fact is that society will listen more to an actor playing a doctor before they listen to their own Primary Care physician. Huh?

At a party we aren’t the first to get up and dance but will do so after a few people are on the dance floor. We won’t buy clothes at a thrift store but will stand in long lines to purchase the same thing because someone famous made it worth more. Why? Why do we like being part of the latest trend? Shouldn’t we set the trend instead? We should be leaders! We are vibrant intelligent human beings with wonderful ideas. What will you do today to start a trend? What will I do? Hmmm.

Just something to ponder about.

Sincerely Guady G

Thank you to my subscribers. It means so much to me that you value my content. Have a blessed day. Hugs from Brooklyn.

Dedicated to . . .

Dear ___________

You are my love

My one and only

Without you in my life

I would be so lonely

Please stay

Don’t go away

Now say the above to yourself in the mirror because you should be the most loved. Don’t lose yourself to other’s ill words and actions. Stay strong my friends. Sending you good vibes and hugs from Brooklyn.

Love Guady G

It’s never to late.


Young Paul used to love scribbling on the wall. But his parents didn’t want him to do it at all. It still echoes in his ear “Stop messing up the wall! Stop it Paul!”

Paul grew up and he never learned to read or write. Perhaps out of spite. It pissed off his parents that he refused to learn. But how could he when being creative is all he yearned?

When he was one the wall was his paper. Now at 31 he was a mere gum scraper. Paul got married and had a son but his wife was soon killed by a gun.

Paul became depressed and easily angered. One day his 2 yr old son took a marker to the wall. Paul grabbed the belt yelling “Stop! You shouln’t have done that at all!”

He then remembered his writing on the wall, his parents and his life overall. His anger eased as he picked up his son. He couldn’t be like his parents, he would be fun.

He then took the magic marker and scribbled on the same wall. He stood up straight and in tears said “I can learn to write on this wall”. This is My wall and my name is Paul!

With love Guady G

It’s never too late to change one’s behavior and reactions. Our children have their own dreams. Let’s help them flourish and not hinder them. Thank you for reading.

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Winnebago, Winnebago, Winnebago
Is the sound made by my bed
Once upon a time, it was us together
Now it’s just me alone instead

Your sorries go to the dumbwaiter.
And don’t bother calling me later.
You are not worthy of me any longer.
Your absence has made me stronger.

I believed in your words. How silly!
Would I ever let you come back? Not really!

I have found myself to love.
I am a woman. I am sufficient. I am enough!

So prego.

Never ever forget your own worth.
With Love Guady G

Who are you?

If no one knows you, who are you?

Should you even exist?

I say yes.

You must persist!

The only one that truly matters is staring right back at you!

In the mirror.

Sincerely Guady G

Never stop loving yourself! You can defeat the obstacles that come your way. Exist, persist. Hugs from Brooklyn.