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Kyle B... Pianist

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And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation - some fact of my life - unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing, happens in God's world by mistake. Until I could accept my addiction, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life's terms, I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and my attitudes. Shakespeare said, "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." He forgot to mention that I was the chief critic. I was always able to see the flaw in every person, every situation. And I was always glad to point it out, because I knew you wanted perfection, just as I did. Acceptance has taught me that there is a bit of good in the worst of us and a bit of bad in the best of us; that we are all childeren of God and we each have the right to be here. When I complain about me or about you, I am complaining about God's handiwork. I am saying that I know better than God. -A.A. Big Book p.417 Myspace Backgrounds

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Are you tired of me my darling?

Are You Tired of Me My Darling? Are you tired of me, my darling? Did you mean those words you said That made me love you forever Since the day when we were wed- I still recall the springtime When the ...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Jan 2008 08:47:00 GMT

Addiction

Addiction A demonic creature lurks in my mind, Straining hastily for control, Within my heart what once was kind, Became a gaping black hole.   Falling into the endless abyss, I screamed, I cried...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 10:10:00 GMT

How do you live your dash?

How do you live your dash? I read of a man you stood to speak At a funeral for a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone From beginning... to the end.   He noted that first came his dat...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 09:17:00 GMT

Of Public Transportation

Today I rode the bus with the teaming masses of holiday shoppers. A silent pensive energy loomed in the cramped space. A refined mother smiled at me as she vainly attempted to gag her golden-haired ch...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 19:58:00 GMT