Part 1.
I have to remember those days that I woke up and looked in the mirror and saw a man that I really didn’t like before. The times that I would look and see myself and feel remorse and shame of something I had done, or how low I felt. Then fear would set in on how I would find what I had to do for that day. My mind would scramble for answers and clarity, but I had to just bluff my way through each moment hoping to get through. I have to always remember those last days when all the plates were falling around me. Terror, bewilderment, fear, doubt, lieing, grasping, surrounded me.
Part 2.
Now I just wake up and look at a man who try’s to work on action that will move me forward. Looking for a deeper sense of being, asking a Power that I don’t understand, to guide me through. I ask that I can learn to love, be loved, and find beauty in this gift of life. I ask that I not spend my time in wasted will, but to find what the true sense of will. These days the mirror only reflects the image of a man I used to be, and the man I work to be today. I am blessed to have been taught lessons of spiritual weight and purpose to not take from life, but to give life to the life I have been so graciously given, by 12 simple rules that I try to apply to my everyday living.
Peace Out: M 2015