To those that know me...hello and I hope all is well. To those I havent met, hello to you as well.
Today, of all days...I find myself...alone, in a dirty shop office, tired from work, lack of sleep, cold, chilled to the bone. But I'm still here. Bones ache, joints are sore. Beaten and battered, I'm still here.
Reflection is a fickle beast. It will rob time from you, yet give you clarity. It gives a man just that small push to keep trudging along. To reflect on ones choices, life decisions, sacrifices, mistakes, triumphs and still have the strength to stand. A sense of pride is often mustered. But pride in itself can be perceived as a vice. For what is pride, without someone to share it with? Someone who will walk that dark road along side you...In what, could you be prideful of...without someone who actually cares? Pride and appreciation...but how can you appreciate the warm glow of a hot sun....if you havent experienced the long cold darkness of 4am?
Would you die for me? Naaa. Too easy.....
Would you live for me? Pure genius.
Thanks for reading my solitary madness. Just something's that have been on my mind. Left to my own devices and all...let me know what you think
