Age, age brings perspective and the fine clarity one gets at midnight on the tracks looking into the lights of an on coming train. It dawns on you rather quickly, there’s only so much time left. Only so many star filled nights, snowfalls, brisk fall afternoons, rainy midsummer days. So how you conduct yourself and do your work matters. How you treat your friends, your family, your lover. On good days, a blessing falls over you it wraps its arms around you and you’re free and deeply in and of this world. That’s your reward...being here. That’s what gets you up the next morning, a new chance to receive that benediction, while you’re buttering your toast, getting dressed or driving home from work. You stumble into those moments, when you can feel that hand of god gently rest upon your shoulder. And you realize, how lucky you are. Lucky to be alive, lucky to be breathing in this world of beauty, horror and hope. Because this is what there is. A chance. A world where it’s lucky to love, lucky to be loved. So you go, until it fills you, until the sweat, blood and hard tears make sense. You go until the light from the fading distant stars fall at your feet. Go, and May god bless you...
Words of wisdom. These are powerful words. This is guidance.
Age, age brings perspective and the fine clarity one gets at midnight on the tracks looking into the lights of an on coming train. It dawns on you rather quickly, there’s only so much time left. Only so many star filled nights, snowfalls, brisk fall afternoons, rainy midsummer days. So how you conduct yourself and do your work matters. How you treat your friends, your family, your lover.
On good days, a blessing falls over you it wraps its arms around you and you’re free and deeply in and of this world. That’s your reward...being here. That’s what gets you up the next morning, a new chance to receive that benediction, while you’re buttering your toast, getting dressed or driving home from work. You stumble into those moments, when you can feel that hand of god gently rest upon your shoulder. And you realize, how lucky you are. Lucky to be alive, lucky to be breathing in this world of beauty, horror and hope. Because this is what there is. A chance. A world where it’s lucky to love, lucky to be loved. So you go, until it fills you, until the sweat, blood and hard tears make sense. You go until the light from the fading distant stars fall at your feet.
Go, and May god bless you...
...absolutely stunning and so very important ! Thanks for sharing @
Only so much time...use it wisely, with compassion and gratitude. Thanks.
"Draw Michelangelo, draw. And do not waste time" -- Note found in Michaelangelo's study to himself after his death.
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