Life Musings Philosophy

Which is your favorite teacher, experience or history?

Leaving your life up to the universe is like driving a car with no hands on the wheel.

You may think you’re going somewhere,

But nowhere is where you’ll end up,

Crashing into a ditch,

Lying on the side of the road,

Wishing that you never took your hands off the wheel.

The principal is this;

The outcome of your life is no one’s responsibility, but your own and that’s why history keeps repeating itself in your life.

If you fail to learn the first time rest assured history will repeat itself until you finally do learn.

Think of it like this,

Life has many teachers,

There’s Experience, she’s my personal favorite, because I’ve learned my greatest lessons from her.

Experience is wonderful, she showed me how to take my negative experiences and turn them into my greatest life lessons.

In fact she’s the one who showed me how to turn those negative experiences into positive energy.

Then there’s History, although I think she’s a wonderful teacher, I personally don’t like having to take her class. That’s why I do everything I can to learn the first time around because let’s face it, no one likes repeating history.

– Bradford Lee Mace

By Bradford Lee Mace

Dad, Health & Fitness Enthusiast, Writer, Poet & Entrepreneur

One day a poem formed in my mind, it happened as a result of an experience I was going though. So I wrote it down and haven’t stopped writing since.

I’m not skilled in grammar and punctuation or even spelling, but I do have a gift for translating my feelings, thoughts and emotions into words, that people can relate to.

My motivation for writing comes from a deeply rooted desire I have to encourage and motivate people.

I know the loneliness, that darkness that leads a person to contemplating suicide, that was once me. I had no one that understood the pain, agony and darkness I was going through.

And that is why I write and share publicly, in hope that I might encourage another human soul needing desperately to hear, “There’s hope, you’re not alone in your struggle”.

I haven’t figured out everything, but what I have figured out I write about, and sometimes I bleed words turning them into poetry.