It hurt to try and open it.
So, I did what I’ve always done
and went to a pub to read a book.
Only this time, I was in the book.
The bar was full so I stood in the corner
and ordered a dark beer.
The noise from the many conversations
faded, as they always do when I read,
but when I touched the book it felt electric.
“Here I am,” I thought. “About to read my own story.”
But I couldn’t do it. I opened the book to page 62.
Hell, I even took a picture.
But I couldn’t read my short story.
I couldn’t even get beyond the second line.
I’m not sure why. I don’t know what happened.
I’ll most likely read all the others and never read mine.
Watch for signs that have been sent, and acknowledge them. Even if only internally. It’s my belief that there is a reason for them. There’s even a reason for your acknowledgment. Everything is connected.
When happiness makes its rounds back to me again, I lean into it. I don’t mean marginally happy. I mean the kind of joy that stops you in your tracks and halts any action that was moments ago needed, for one thing, or another. And there you stand, sit, or lay, looking at a blade of grass with the sun shinning and the wind blowing just enough to whisper your name as you tilt your head in an attempt to catch the message.
We live in a world where we look at our mortality rates as victims. We are the mortality and we are the victim. We do our best to understand where we fit into each round hole. As if carnage from the heavens scrapes its teeth at the edges of our wars; and all the spillage frees the smallest of fractions while we struggle to dig half a hole.
To my unborn son. I have a few things I need to tell you. Soon you’ll be here and then you’ll grow to be a man. You’ll make your own decisions based on your own thoughts. Listen. There are good people and there are bad people. There are even evil people. But know this- The color of the skin does not wear the character within.
Strength of character is a mighty thing. At times you’ll see a child teaching an adult what kindness means. Don’t let this moment elapse without truly seeing. Black, white, red, yellow; this means nothing. Hate, greed, abuse, control for power- all will be forced onto you through out your life. It’ll be up to you to identify and see the true agenda behind each. If we could put a color to these, or place emblems on foreheads, we’d all learn quickly. Color of ones skin…