Life is all we have .. even if we have nothing else. source: Ivan John Stevenson With the creation of life, Im not sure who the instigator was, whatever reason he or she had in doing it, nor when it all began, but in the course of this they decided to make Me. Thats right, Me, for what reason? I dont know! Not wanting to go back to my beginning nor touch on the middle bit, I will give my views on this bit Im living now. The bit thats not the end, but closer to that than that of the start. Here I am in my chosen arena, Way out central west in a town of not quite 200 folks. Been here now for two and a half years, so havent forgotten the crowded streets, pubs, buses or cab ranks that the folks around me have never known. Yep, I bought the house out this way in early 2012, not to get away from where I lived for three years down the South Coast of N.S.W. Nor the twenty-one years I lived in Canberra. Nor the bulk of my life in the Hawkesbury, which was the best part, possibly because thats where I grew up and felt and found my way. The fleeting times I spent roaming Queensland and the year I lived in South Island New Zealand, added to my experience in life and role as a human. The people I met in life, those that created me, and those I created, and those that they again went on and created, all became a part of me and my existence. My life now has had a considerable change from earlier days as thats what happens when you get older, your perspective changes. Whats that mean you ask? It means you mature, and then you mature again, and again, and still on and on... Your body changes along with your thoughts your stance, you mobility. Your ability to do now what one time you did natural becomes hard work so you leave it. Your ability to start in other directions, betters, so that new field becomes your aim. And I chose this new field. A field of writing. A field of poetry. A field with no fence. A field that if I cant find the information I will sometimes reiterate something that has already been said or written. You sometimes may not understand what I have written, nor agree with it, but its mine and I wrote it. Im not a dreamer but my imagination is bright and is real. The GUITH site has given me an outlet for this so Im here. I stood on the edge of many paths before me. lets say one led to the mountains, one led to the sea, one led to the forest, one led to the city, and one led out here, the choice was mine and I took it. So here I am, room to move, room to be silent, and room to think. This part of my creation was my doing, this part of my doing was my idea. What I do is natural to me, sometimes tedious, sometimes with the information not at hand and I have to go look for it. But I do it because I want to. Lifes been full of ups and downs, bendy things and oh look! Something bright and shiny, and its done me well. One bloke said I am the way, the truth, and the life... and his life was full of love for friends, outcasts, and sick people. I cant equal him, his life, or his return to life, but I can, for the life of me, live mine how I bloody want to.
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 00:59:17 +0000
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