Regarding Life, I think...by Regina Carey

Have you ever heard of a twenty-first century idol? What do we mean by that word anyway? I know we all watch "American Idol," but why is it called by that name rather than "American Pop Star?" What significance does the word "idol" have? H'mm, it baffles me. Let's look into this a little bit. Most people consider an idol something that a person worships as part of a religion, many of which date back to pre - biblical times. Some may even argue that today, educated people have no idols, only tangible items that can be scientifically proven to exist have any power over their lives. I beg to differ, because a tangible item (or person) can be an idol. Yesterday, I saw idol worship of a tangible person in action. A movie was being filmed in a diner next to my place of work. When I went out to lunch, I saw a lot of young girls all waiting outside one of the trailers. I asked who they were waiting for, and they said Robert Pattinson . I must admit th...

Happiness is something that we all seek; however, few know what it is. People look inside themselves, outside themselves, to others, their pets, their homes, their money, their possessions, their wardrobes, their hair color and image all with the belief that happiness is in one, if not all, of these things. Most are disappointed. Studies show that people who undergo makeovers are happy for a short time afterwards; then they become settled in their new look and return to their former selves. They may keep the new look, but the magical effect of happiness wanes. The new self becomes the status quo over time. Now, anyone reading this might be asking the question "So, what's the answer? How does one stay happy? How can sadness be eliminated?"  The answer is, it cannot be eliminated. There will always be events that bring on sadness; the loss of a loved one, the loss of a job, even the loss of a beloved pet will bring on sadness. It is a natural state that people fe...

A friend recently emailed me telling me that I am a prolific blogger. I don't know how prolific I am as a blogger since I have only written two posts. If I am, then I want to display profound ideas, philosophies and theories. However,wanting to doesn't guarantee success. In fact, wanting anything does not mean that one should even get what they desire. Simply wanting something does not mean that a person deserves it or has earned it. I recently earned my Bachelor's Degree, and it did not happen by wanting it. Still, I want to display everything I have outlined above. Now remember, if you are looking for travel bargains, check out my site at rovia.com below: http://www.rfcarey.rovia.com/ Again, if you register as a customer, I will get credit! Well, I have work to do so tat profound ideas will come from my posts. Maybe. The odds are in the favor of silly, short posts that say nothing just like this one.

I am a Native New Yorker, and a native Rockawayite. I was born and raised in Rockaway Park in Queens. Not Far Rockaway; that is a small section of the Rockaway Peninsula that borders on Nassau County, near the Atlantic Beach Bridge. I grew up on Beach 112th Street, three houses from the beach. There were nine of us living in the house. My mother and father, maternal grandmother and grandfather, my Aunt Grace, my two sisters, Pat and Eileen, my brother Tommy and me. It was a nice house with a back yard, a front porch, a basement and an attic that was big enough to convert into four rooms, which my grandfather did. We are Irish Catholic, and my grandparents were immigrants. They had thick brogues, especially my grandmother. In fact, most of the families on my block were Irish Catholics who all had their grandparents living in the house with them and all the grandparents had thick brogues. All of us children went to St. Camillus School from kindergarten to the eighth grade except...