A Good and Honorable Life 12/18/14 Back in the day, prior to the aftermath of poor decisions. I dreamt of a life without heartache and without tears. Naiveté with regard to perfected lives, with regard to teflon like resilience. No one is bullet proof. None of us can predict our outcomes. Lightning strikes randomly, with no regard for the target, nor the best laid plans of men. The storms rise to teach us humility, they rise to teach us grace, These occurrences, shape us, to some extent. And within those shapes, come strength and forbearance. These flashes of tattered lightning, shards of chaotic light that enter into each man’s world; Have no design on their target, they are merely a conveyance of happenstance. A Karmic tool, the piper’s call? Quite possibly to some extent, yet within their heeded call, Lessons are brought forth. Cognition of humility gleaned. Poor decision, seemingly a forgone thing that each must render and deal with, That each must seek the insight that comes from them. Each saturated by those rain falls, left to dry in the warmth and recollection of our past mistakes and those realizations of wiser viewpoints. A light, mistful rain falls today, and gifts me with these realizations. I am glad for this introspection of self once again. To know where I have been. To know that a sentinels eye must be kept. Also knowing that at some point, control has no meaning in this regard. Except for the attempt to live a good an honorable life.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 17:45:15 +0000
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