For a long time, it seemed to me that life was about to begin. Real life. This time.
But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be gotten through first.. some unfinished business, something I don't want to handle, something ready to ruin my own beliefs. Something.
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Time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last, it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. And they still are.
But, the conscience that I can handle them, makes me believe in ME. Whether I habit it or not. Life always gives. It does. It never takes back.
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And if someone thinks it's not, cerebrate : We are born wet, naked, and hungry. But.. Life's much better now.
But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be gotten through first.. some unfinished business, something I don't want to handle, something ready to ruin my own beliefs. Something.
.
Time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last, it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. And they still are.
But, the conscience that I can handle them, makes me believe in ME. Whether I habit it or not. Life always gives. It does. It never takes back.
.
And if someone thinks it's not, cerebrate : We are born wet, naked, and hungry. But.. Life's much better now.
Distinctly observed. Exquisitely penned. What else can I say. Nothing. :)
ReplyDeletebeautifully expressed, Life may not always be easy but its sure beautiful and worth living every bit of it. As thoreu once said :
ReplyDeleteI went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan- like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.