You asked me why I make my life so hard I’m not sure it’s like that Maybe it’s just that I don’t care That I don’t do anything to stop it But why? I guess when one fears the hard times The burn in one’s arms The lead in one’s bones The fatigue that smothers like a blanket That fear itself Can do all that and more Always running from pain That’s only temporary That won’t consume my soul.
But maybe it’s not that Maybe it’s the contrast The old cliche No light without dark I always identify with people who have known pain In a life full of pleasure, the absence feels like pain In a life full of struggle, pleasure feels like manna from Heaven On a journey with no food or drink Legs aching full of hunger and thirst The first sight of civilization The first sip of water, bite of food These are worth living for When one returns from a walk home in the cold rain Fleeing thunder and lightning Soaked to the bone And you walk through the door to a warm home The deep breath The feeling of peace.
Or maybe it’s to train For the next shoe to drop It always will And that’s ok To be afraid of pain is to intensify it But I greet pain as an old friend Coming for a visit Who will leave And one day return again.
It still doesn’t quite feel right
Like the world put on a coat two sizes too tight
Like it’s all squeezed, uncomfortable
Close to right, but all wrong
I keep looking at my phone
I keep expecting to hear it ring
Hear your voice saying hey bro, what’s going on?
Do you have time to talk?
The places we were together are a little emptier now.
A little colder. A little quieter.
It’s still weird that you’re not here
We were together our whole lives
You used to never leave me alone
It was supposed to be me and you against the world.
Brothers to the end
We were supposed to go through the tough times together
And the good times too
We had a lot of those.
I guess I’ll have some more to come
And I guess you’ll be there too.
I couldn’t leave you behind if I tried to
So many of the best parts of me are really pieces of you.
Pain makes us not our best selves. When they hurt us with their hands or with their mouths, we want to strike back. Fight fire with fire, help them reap what they sew, restore balance to the world. It is understandable. It is part of our nature. But we can be better.
The hate that we give is a reflection of what they gave to us. It’s what they want. It is what allows them to see us as less than human. Whether they can’t see the humanity inside others or they can’t see it inside themselves, we are just confirming their suspicion.
So transform the hate into humanity, darkness into light. When they give you hate, give them love. Because when they look into the mirror, we want them to see the human being inside of us and remember that no matter how deep it is buried, there is a human inside of them.
These days I feel I’m invincible
Ready to take on the world alone
I break rules, I escape gravity’s pull,
Ready to disprove everything known.
(They all say these are the best days of my life.)
A few years later I have hit my stride
I have a career, I am somebody.
I have accomplishments, family, pride,
I have everything I could want and more.
(I guess maybe these are the best days of my life.)
Now I move slow but with a twinkle in my eye
I’ve lived a long life full of joy and some strife
But when I look in my grandson’s eyes I know
That these are the best days of my life.