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At
what point do I connect? Who
am I and what do I matter? Do I
make a difference in this world: is something I often ask myself.
I find it difficult to believe that my life does not have a purpose.
I spend my time thinking about the possibilities of what I say, and how
it might affect another. Do my
words land on ears right and ready for the vision, or do I sound like a madman
spouting off~ in personal foolish opinions? Men who were chosen by love, are
they ever allowed decency? Must
they always suffer? From my studies
of ancient texts all believers have one common thread of morality and suffrage. Seduced
by the light and darkness in this world, I consider myself only a speck in
someone’s eye. I am nothing, I am
not important. I’m only one
amongst millions of us’ thrust deeply into the caverns of life. Mondays I am
and filled with commonality. I’m
sure I do the same basic things that every other person has to do
“somewhere” else on this planet. Yet
I can think of nothing greater than to have someone to love. Without this
simplest fulfilling gift of two people enraptured, my mediocrity and lonely
solitary being, would find life unbearable.
It is the Angels that come into our lives and rescue us from the demons.
It is the healers who hold on to us after the victimization has been
complete. Without
the light of day, my eyes would never have known of love.
Without the knowledge of love my heart would never have known the light
of the world. The bleakness and sadness that enfolds human society’ shredding
hopes, dreams, and families. Its
destructive power has left no person untouched; my soul knows the suffrage of
loss, of sadness, of death. Without
love, I would not continue to face day after day.
Love never surrenders. And
even though I understand the darkness that rules the nations and leaders of our
countries, I sometimes feel at a loss. What
possibly could I do to help America? What
can I possibly due to help my neighborhood?
What should I possibly due to help my planet environment? It
is from day-to-day that I see I’m not mediocre.
I have a purpose and I mean something to those around me.
I have friendships that I have built over the years.
Foundations laid with anything “we” could find, but we found the
material it took~ to keep the friendship alive. For my friends: truly are the most important things that I
need to worry about. It is these
people who define me. It is these
people who have shown a kindness. It
is these people who understand the suffering.
I’m not alone in this cruel unkind universe; I’m not defeated by the
swift injustice and equally cruel tyranny of the apology.
For my writings are not written to impress men, I write them to help me
understand who I am. Thomas A. SUTOR P.O. Box 2343 Lompoc CA 93438 Rockhawk.com
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