A well-lived life looks a bit like this twisty road.
What if you lived your whole life, and at the end, when asked how you spent your allotment of time you realized you really had nothing to say.
You woke up every day and did what everyone expected of you …
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Image: It all started here: a condenser fan motor.
When I was a child I rarely needed a good reason to do a thing. When asked why I had done a thing, quite often my first response was, "Uh, I dunno. Just …
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Time's a cruel-hearted bastard.
Nature's a cold-hearted bitch.
Both will surely wear me down,
and scoff at my last twitch.
From the day that I was born,
Until the day I die,
They push and prod and poke and pinch,
and dare me to defy.
Their hand is cold. So …
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I don't think we will EVER get there. I've been sitting in this back seat for most of my life. Every time I ask the people in the front seat how much longer, they say stuff like, "About two minutes less than the last time you asked."
The day is …
read moreI am.
What more is there to say?
I wake to find the dawning,
Another Earth-bound day.
Another quest which lay,
Before my feeble feet.
Another hour of effort,
Exchanged for bread and meat.
I am.
Alone it should suffice.
To breathe, to laugh, to struggle,
Between the fire and …
It is in my heart to cry,
But barren is my eye,
A smoldering fist in my chest,
Snatches the tear,
That would fall silently by.
It is in my soul to scream,
More questions than answers seem,
Obsidian steam builds in my chest,
And slashes my resolve to dream …
What started out as many,
By fate became as one,
A single surface scoured,
And rudely etched upon,
By wind, by water, sun and time,
The face does slowly change,
The core, however, holds its own,
Its substance will remain.
Though besieged by all the force,
That life can bring …
When day alone is not enough,
To illuminate my soul,
When I eat life dry and tough,
And force to swallow whole,
When the wind of circumstance
Blows cold against my skin,
It is then, only then I truly know,
How blessed I am
To hold your hand.
When it …
read moreSome are like the towering oak,
impervious to the storm.
Some are like the grass that patiently
crumbles great mountains beneath its roots.
Some are like the apple or plum,
yielding up their fragrant fruit.
But I am like the sunflower,
easily bending, long and spindly,
face following the sun …