Misconstrue This!
he: …wonder why they wanna do this to me…fed up lah
me: I’ve come to realise recently that in this life, people will do everything they can to knock you down. They lie, cheat, and gossip. They want you to react and when you don’t, you’re guilty anyway. I’m tired of it too. And not a day goes by without me wondering why I came home away from the simple life.
he: …
me: still waters run deep, my friend. Within this body lies the heart and soul of an old man. Now you see why they say I think too much. You and I are idealists in a fashion. We take life as it comes but we do ponder why people need to be mean to each other. What is the solution? It’s simple yet difficult. Move on. Live Life. LIVE Life. Pray for strength to carry on. Vidication will come but it is not for us to judge. The One will do that.
As I think about the happenings of today, and indeed those of the last month. I wonder what keeps me going? At work that is. I love my work. I love what I do. But I’m holding back. I could be so much more. Jack of all trades? Perhaps.
I stood at the bedroom window just. I was just admiring at the silence of the night. The gloom of orange lights casting shadows among shadows. The damp smell of the slight breeze that wafts warmly across the window. It is a still night tonight. Why do people have to be mean? I admit my misgivings and faults. I am aware of the imperfections within me. I am not perfect. Then why do they still judge me? Take a look at the plank in your eye my friend.
The judgemental have no place in my life. I will Live Life and I’m sure that phrase alone will be enough to fodder to be misconstrued. Take it as you please. I’m going to live on the edge. Sky dive, wake board. Ski. Snowboard. When I next hit the slopes, I’m going to Snow Blade. I’m going to Rock Climb, Sport Climb and Free Climb. Spelunking, Boating, Diving,Scuba. I’m going to have my time in the sun. Kayaking, Whitewater Rafting. Bungee. Fly. Bike. Run. Swim. Triathlons, Biathlons. My body is a temple. And I will worship Life as I have been granted. I will fire a gun. I will serve my country and I will look down upon those that have shirked that responsibility. Patriotism? No. Love for the people that comprise this word “country.”
From East to West. I will travel by train. I will touch the waters of the Pacific and I will touch the waters of the Atlantic. I will visit the North Pole. I will speak to the Haida medicine men and get in touch with Nature as it is meant to be. And Kokopelli will be my reminder that Life is Precious. Abundant. Painful. That a drop of water will bring life. Hunchbacked Kokopelli, doubled in pain and responsibility. Age old. Wise.
