The world always needs more love. Love can come in so many forms, but the best is almost always nearly free. What if love came in snack size portions for only a quarter? The world would be a better place and those having paralyzing doubts about someone’s feelings/approval towards them only had to buy a small dose to rethink the whole situation with clarity. We may never get the love we seek or the right portion, but sometimes all we need is a taste.
I don’t procrastinate when it comes to falling asleep. A certain hour hits and I am snoozing. Just this morning, I woke up at 5:45 because I had press releases to complete. When my friends complain that they didn’t get enough sleep, I nod my head in sympathy-not empathy. Out of all the things I need to work on, sleep is not one of them.
As a teacher, this is an interesting prompt. Teachers are the scapegoats of lazy parents who resent anyone disciplining their wayward offspring. The administration will always side with parents to the point of insanity. Being a teacher is a lesson in patience.
Who would I want to teach me patience?
Ideally, all the religious figure heads. I would like to learn the secret of the ages.
Jesus- dealing with those who persecute you for political reasons. All teaching is political.
Mo-they say Islam is the religion of peace. I would like to learn more. My knowledge of Islam stemmed to a beautiful prom date from long ago. I researched his religion on my own and learned about Ramadan, etc. When I was debating a move to Abu Dhabi, I felt my eyes were open both culturally and otherwise.
Buddha- I have studied his words in Thailand. I saw his teeth and toenails in various temples. I have a feeling he might be my favorite one. We could discuss Mara at great length.
Either way, I would like to update all their books. I could, perhaps, ghostwrite their memoirs (www.sirenpublications.com).
Maybe it is true, a teacher does not like to be taught.