Reality Show

“Reality Show” is an oxymoron. Sounds like it should be unscripted drama by ordinary people. The truth is, most of these shows are set in exotic locations where the people are placed in abnormal situations. They are persuaded to act in specific ways. Scenarios, events, conflicts and challenges are carefully chosen for them. People tend to act more emotional and crazy than they normally might, just to get extra camera time. Many of them are humiliated. Then the whole thing is selectively edited to make an entertaining story for the tv audience. How REAL is that when it’s all said and done?

Even for the makeover shows there has to be something completely pathetic about your appearance or your life situation or your home to qualify. Is my wardrobe deplorable enough to get me a spot on “What Not to Wear”? Is my house so dilapidated or my decorating skills so crappy and godawful that “Trading Spaces” might consider me for an episode or two?

Well I hope the answers are no to both of those questions, but who knows. Hopefully I am never in the position where I care to find out. I’ve got no marketable tv talent and very little desire to participate in some glorified soap opera.

I’m living my own reality, and trust me, it’s not bizarre enough to be on tv.

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Listen to Your Mother

If you had the attention of the entire world for two minutes, what would you say?

The whole world, hey? That’s a pretty big audience. And for two whole minutes? That’s a long time to get people to listen, considering that most tv commercials are about 30 seconds long and there’s a lot of people out there with the attention span of gnats. Never mind all the deaf and the blind and the myriad of different languages and dialects and cultures. And the time zones! Half of my target group will be sound asleep!

Whatever, here’s my best shot. For two minutes, I AM YOUR MOTHER. And lots of moms have their most inspirational moments while gazing at the peaceful innocent face of a sleeping child. I don’t care if your mother never did that, or you never knew her, or she’s long gone. Visualize and play along. It won’t kill you.

I want you to be happy. But I cannot make that happen. The happiness you seek is already inside of you and YOU are the only person who can find it and nurture it and make it grow.

Take good care of yourself and the things around you. Eat your vegetables. Clean up your mess.

Be grateful for what you have, and content with who you are.

There is beauty everywhere. If you can’t see it, you aren’t looking hard enough. Close your eyes. Reach out and touch it. Breathe it in. Feel it in your heart.

If you want something, work for it. Offer your help and you’ll get help in return, sometimes without even having to ask.

Be kind to your brothers and sisters and respectful of your differences. Stop arguing. Stop fighting. Stop making so damned much noise.

You may make your own choices and do your own thing, as long as you don’t hurt or harm anyone else. Remember that words can be just as hurtful as physical blows. Choose carefully what you say.

Love each other. The more love you give, the more love you get.

Live in peace and live in this moment. “Right Now” is all there is, so make it the best it can be.

If you do all these things, you will experience joy. The world needs a lot more joy.

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