Good morning.It has been quite some time indeed since I posted here at
length and my intention today in doing so to both educate myself,
provide some insight for others and ultimately move towards betterment
(even though that is itself a process and ...
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Good morning.It has been quite some time indeed since I posted here at
length and my intention today in doing so to both educate myself,
provide some insight for others and ultimately move towards betterment
(even though that is itself a process and not a destination)As I write
this note now, I sit in the cramped but altogether snug corner of the
granny flat I now share with my partner of 21 months (as of last
Tuesday). She is currently at work on her shift, while the Roster gods
at my work have given me 4 days off between weekend shifts. The two of
us have seen our fair share of suffering, hardhsip and personal struggle
- both during and before we met. But it is ultimately this struggle that
reminds us all that life is not always easy. To quote Coldplay "but no
one ever said it would be this hard", and I believe that's true. But as
i struggle forward in life, I believe that Michael Kiwanuka is right
when he said "maybe this time i can be strong, but since I know who I am
I'm probably wrong". I believe musicians and music itself both have ways
of speaking to us in short, stacato stanzas that academese and general
waffle (my favourite member of the army corp after Leiutenant Sarcasm)
can't. the overal sentiment here is one of struggle, but one of success.
For I would rather not live in a utopia or blissful ignorance of my own
mortality. Mortality is itself a curious thing because it was once the
very thing I focused heavily on and at one point wanted to call an end
this life of mine. Oh how much has changed since then! I invite you, the
reader, to have a look at some of my other posts over the years. To see
how I have changed, grown and struggled and yet have come through, out
on top of and from underneath whatever things found themselves in my
life - rancid though they were. Ultimately, I believe, like Solzhenitsyn
once did, that beauty will save the world. I now invite you, the reader,
on this journey of mine. Perhaps it is the fact that I have turned 30
and have hit a new decade that has got me going back over my 20s and
indeed many times prior, that has spurned me on towards better things.
Recently I came across an old letter I wrote when I was 16. It was an
exercise entitled "the man I wish to become". I only remembered this
recently and by some strange chance of fate, looked in a box I knew I
had in my old bedroom and there it was - sitting there in the open ready
for me to read. Meditating on that was deep. Oh so very deep. An anchor
for my soul even. Am I that man now? Well, no, but I'm definitely closer
than I was before. Maybe that is all that matters. For the life of me I
wish I was able to articulate EVERYTHING that has happened in the years
since I started posting here - but, to quote Roy Batty "those moments
will be lost like tears in the rain". I had many tears in the rain as I
grew into who I am now, and many more will come my way no doubt. Oh but
I would rather shed that tear and embrace a fear, than its opposite.
Before this descends into yet another level of literacy prose, I'll
leave it there. YoursMe