As life passes, I realize more and more . . . . . .
Heh, wrote this over four years ago
Nothing seems to have changed
It’s so so very easy for me to mix it up
Growing up, it was fun
Youth has these challenges
I met most face on
It can follow one thru young adulthood
Boxing is no cure…thought it might be
A verbal skirmish is just a weak compromise
But it’s the same thing, really
Heh, even got paid to do that
Thought I got good at it
Pride is such a disguised enabler
Get old enough, you come to some determinations, some real values, seems
People, any, are of immeasurable value
Maybe they don’t even know it
Don’t matter
I know it
Sometimes I revert to my old ways
It disgusts me
I don’t hate myself for it
I just get sickened, low in spirit, then angry
Butchering wood helps
Then I swear, never again
When ‘again’ happens, I do more swearing, in earnest
I am very sorry to have brought myself so low to have verbally skirmished with anyone here, including Ric…known here as Traveler
Nobody needs that, nobody, not in this day
There’s plenty of travail to circle the globe all by itself without my assistance
A sorta proving of perpetual motion
This was me
This needs to be me
I like that me;
Those of whom I’ve hurt here, in any way…please forgive me
You don't have to tell me, just do it in yer heart
Tomorrow, I butcher wood
keep a fire