In my life, I had witnessed so much, and at times, perhaps not enough. Sometimes, what I witnessed compelled me to stand taller than I would otherwise; other times, unfortunately, I had but no choice than to take refuge in some god-forsaken trench, cowering to the whims of my world. Perhaps then I was too weak to fight back. Drugs and alcohol could weaken one’s resolve, this I know. Ah, live and learn, sometimes easier said than done.
In my life, I had witnessed so much. Through discourse and gain, through triumph and tragedy, I had traveled. And learned. There were times when I laughed and times when I cried. Some could say I’m a true warrior, and perhaps the scars of battle etched within the inner sanctum of my being could reveal this simple truth. But like any warrior I fought to defend. Honor, dignity, integrity – they mean so much to me. As does compassion, understanding, forgiveness. Deep down, I am the same now as I was then!
In my life I had shared what meager possessions I held. Selfishness, I could never subscribe myself to. . . no, it is much easier for me to give than take.
In my time, I had given into the ways of the world, sometimes out of necessity, other times by choice. At times I had sacrificed but knowingly. An old line from an old song echoes in my head: “Sacrifice, the future has its price and today is only yesterday’s tomorrow.”
Even when I was living in the park, cold and rained upon, I smiled back at the world. Deep down, I knew. My inner strength had compelled me, moved me and yes, there were times when I felt like giving in. But they were only momentary lapses of reason. I would gather myself and move on, today is only yesterday’s tomorrow. Yes, I will fight my way through yet another storm.
In my life, there had been so much to be grateful for; sometimes it is easier to remember what I do have versus what I don’t. Quite possibly, that is why I had made it here. Simple philosophies, I assure you. I had read a few of the classical philosophers and their philosophies are beyond the realms of simplicity. For now, I will be my own philosopher. Much more simpler.
I do not adhere much to the doctrines of any set religion. Spiritually, I’m at the helm. Politics, a way of the world, at times I must take a stand, but not one that I find to be incorrigible. I’m against a lot of what is taking place in the world, and a lot of what I witness saddens me, really it does. Again, a simple philosophy: “I cannot carry the world on my shoulders but on my shoulders it is my world that must carry me.” I wrote that for reason. I cannot worry as much as I once did about what happens outside my window.
I can only do what I can in my own small ways to change what I can; whether it be through the written word and/or through the powers of being. I had, in the past, witnessed what many may deem to have been miracles. A matter of perspective, perhaps. But there have been events in my own life that defy convention, perhaps could be viewed as mere coincidence or by random chance. As a realist I must determine the odds.