How will they find you? In your last moments, what words will you whisper? What is the meaning of life? Will your love come through?
People go by.
And most will be indifferent. Every caloric cell in our bodies exists for the purpose of interacting with the world. What we consume directly correlates with our exhaustion. Our time here is as relevant as what we do with our hours. We are bound until we come unwound…unwind(ed); and it only makes sense when we stop trying to make sense of it all.
There are no answers…just more questions. And the unresolved conflicts have value only to the conflicted.
We get one shot till we are resurrected. The weary don’t want to be resuscitated. Even the mythical creatures don’t want to be among the undead.
Give me no surgeries. I want to die when my number is up. But only the good die young.
I’ll live forever.
In better weather…
Till death do us part.
But when WE are gone, our legacy lives on.
But I’m no MLK or Malcolm.
What will your tombstone read? Mine will be blank. Shucks the rest of my fam is creamated. I yearn for no urn. My ashes won’t be creamy. After all, I like my coffee BLACK.
My blackness will be blank. My whiteness is more grey. My grey hair, once bald, will curl like my toes–quite bare.
Summer has fallen. Autumn is autonomous. December’s solstice has lost us. Spring will sprung no more. In our final years, we will reflect on the memories once met. Our legacy will mean more to those who loved us most.
So what will your legacy be? It need not be poetry. Even lost sight can see. None of this was meant to be.
What we want is a reflection of who we are. Why would you want someone who would give so much of themselves that they would neglect their own needs? What is it about someone who is so forgiving and so giving that they would neglect themselves? How desirable is a person who would forget their own needs? Are their gifts so great that it’s possible to overlook their own self-care?
A firefighter who goes into a burning building to save another (without putting on his protective gear) is no more likely to save the victim then he is of becoming a victim himself. Although it seems heroic, it borders on the careless. More often than not such a hero will need to be rescued as well.
Women who want a man to put her needs before his own may be overlooking the fact that he may not be able to take care of anyone’s needs for a larger period of time.
“Here’s a nickel’s worth of free advice…”
Ladies reconsider what it is that you seek. Gentleman think twice before you leap.
Women refuse men all the time. They refuse eye contact; they refuse conversation; they refuse any acknowledgement of anyone with whom they are not interested. Men don’t refuse as often. But men are hunters, no? They seek out and find partners that are suitable. The are rejected sometimes (some more often than others). Charismatic men know how to mold and shift those rejections into challenges and opportunity. Those less skilled often give up.
Women however get to choose more often. Now, there are surely some women who are thinking, “not me…”. We are subject to the standards that we set for ourselves. Some of us have high standards and refuse to settle for less. With that decision comes periods of loneliness abbreviated with occasional opportunity. Others have lower standards. Those people to whom less is given, less is required. And those whom don’t demand as much are seldom disappointed.
But there’s more…
There’s the afterlife (said in my Prince “Let’s Go Crazy” voice).
There are folks like you and I. We have flexible standards. We reserve the right to change our minds. We say “no” sometimes to the invitations we receive. We celebrate those people we allow to come into our lives by giving them our time, attention, and devotion. And in between we wonder how things could have gone differently if our decisions conflict with circumstances outside of our control.
It’s natural to wonder why things didn’t work out. It’s reflective to suppose how things could have had a more favorable outcome. Weither we realize it or not, we are building relationships daily. Each one is an opportunity to change our lives; to build on our experiences; and to create positive outcomes.
But there are negative experiences too. We reject those (hopefully).
The ultimate rejection is not when we say “no!” It’s when we shun a relationship or when we shut someone out of our life. When we refuse to communicate with them…
When we refuse to perpetuate a relationship…
When we insist on ignoring someone that wants to be in our life…
When we find contentment in never talking to them again…
This is the ultimate rejection.
She said, “you’re not paying attention, honey!”
He didn’t respond.
“Hun, can you hear me?!?” she exclaimed.
He didn’t mumble a response. He straight up ignored. He was not tired. He was not distracted. He was energized. He was FOCUSED! And he was prioritizing. He was re-prioritizing. He was analyzing. He was reflecting, planning, and doing.
What he wasn’t doing was explaining his moves. He no longer extended the courtesy of sharing his thoughts. He was no longer afraid. Therefore their were no more “concerns” to mull over.
He was taking back his life. He was unapologetic. He was assertive and no longer cared about the negativity, nay-saying, or the bull! He recognized that there’d be fallout from his new approach. He was unmoved. It was a consequence that he was willing to take. There were no more “risks” because everything now was safe.
He’s grown. Few people understand his new walk. He’s tightened his circle. It’s so small now that it merely a dot. And he’s good!
Her voice faded to the background as his own conscience echoed in the foreground. He was consumed in his thoughts. His actions were a slalom on a high-speed race course. Analogies and alliteration drove his pen. His sketches resembled Dream clouds and flow charts.
His life was his own. His business was not his life. Instead, his life became his business. And for the first time in 43 years, he felt alive.
(To be continued)
I’ve joined to movement. Won’t you join us?
(The puzzle pieces do not match the picture on the puzzle box)
How long will you labor over misunderstandings, confusion, and mess before you pause? How long will you question and ponder the reasons before you slow down and step back? How long before you stop planning and strategizing before you hault?
Be still. Close your eyes. Listen. Then stop listening. Shut out the noise. Put your hands down. Breathe. What do you smell?
Does it smell good? Or is it bull…?
Open your eyes. Move about. Stop. Look around. Breathe. Is it the same?
When your position changes, but your perspective does not…STOP.
How many times will you restrategize before you surrender? This energy that we consume fighting a fight in a sea of complacency…
Who are we fighting for? Are we fighting collectively? Or are we fighting alone?
Are we missing some of the pieces to the puzzle? Are we forcing pieces to fit despite the fact that the puzzle will never be complete. Will we be satisfied with a partial result?
Are our objectives aligned? Are we fighting for the same thing? Are we fighting each other? Are we controlling access to some of the puzzle pieces? Would you do that? Why?
We are struggling daily with forces that we perceive as negative. The change-makers will make change. But what will they change? Will they change their position? Will they change their approach? Or will they change their minds?
There are answers. We just don’t know the questions yet.
We have someone fighting us right now. They think they know why. So do we. But we are wrong. We are all wrong.
There’s another way. Close your eyes. Be still…
You gave me something that you could take away.
You gave me…hope.
You made a promise.
You convinced me to love.
And then you took it away.
It was a planned removal.
A calculated risk.
A manipulation of trust.
A conception of sin
That turned out to be the best thing that could have ever happened to us.
The most horrid, mean-heated, demon-ization of our relationship manifested into the biggest blessing.
You left me. And I’m grateful.