Here’s Your Sign or Not

We spend so much time looking for signs, sometimes we miss them. Sometimes we see something as a sign when it isn’t. Perhaps we are so desperate for some guidance we are willing to grasp haphazardly onto the nearest thing resembling a sign. I feel like life is a bit like a GPS system even if you keep going and miss a turn or something along the way, you will be ultimately redirected to again reach a destination but you might have a longer route and more roadwork along the way but the destination remains the same. That’s why I think sometimes it is important to just wing it and live your life because part of life is making mistakes, don’t let that fear of messing up hold you back from ever doing things. Live for you and stop worrying about what other people think, quit answering for your thoughts and feelings and live your life for you.

Sometimes in life there are literally signs like one I saw today. I saw a big giant judgemental billboard about how unsuccessful children were in an unconventional home versus children with both parents who are married and how the other children didn’t have much hope for a future. That sign royally ticked me off, there are so many scenarios for that situation to happen in the first place. The biggest thing that put a bee in my bonnet was the fact that children can read. So thank you to whomever felt the need to plaster on a billboard about how these kids don’t stand a chance because those kids are reading it. Adults aren’t the only ones that can read and while that was the targeted audience you targeted another audience that didn’t need to feel more insecure about their lives and things in their lives out of their control. As adults we need to do way better. The world doesn’t need more negative opinions and problems especially ones that offer no solution and no help and no positivity at all. Instead of wasting money on a billboard put it toward community outreach programs for those kids and save us all of from your self righteous opinionated billboards.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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