Tears manifest as Mumford and Sons play “Awake My Soul” in my retro, noise-canceling headphones. The words, “Where you invest your love, you invest your life” that are tattooed on my back remind me that perhaps I am the only reason the love of another has yet to manifest. Perhaps it is too obvious that my love is invested in those that I need to heal; invested in smiles that have been long absent; invested in lives that deserve their opportunity to be brilliant! There are so many out there in the world that never get to. It is amazing to consider that the words of a man could help provide opportunity for another. I know my purpose on this planet and I must not simply hold on to, but carry on with what I believe in. You and I can do it together because we all need help, all the time. Not everyone is willing to ask for it. As a species we struggle with the notion of being vulnerable. We struggle with our mistakes, with our physical realities that cannot be changed, and some that can. We struggle to find the people that understand us and allow us to be the best person we are capable of being. It is illogical how hard we are on ourselves. Life is hard so we must celebrate Alex Ebert of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros says. We must find a way to accept ourselves and celebrate with those who do the same. The Good Sign movement has given me the opportunity to celebrate my gifts and share them with the world. Many writers have a difficult time sharing their worlds with others; I might not write if I couldn’t share my work. I write for others’ expression as I conclude reading the serving of my soul I poured into creating something original and from a place of tremendous love. I write to be understood. I write because it’s not always easy to make sense of the emotion I experience. I write because all things can be accomplished through considerate, articulate and caring words. Maybe I write so one day the woman I love will learn how to love me; so she can find me before she has even met me, the very way I found a Good Sign before I met the wonderful man that created it. Maybe I just haven’t been writing enough, but that’s about to change. If I die tomorrow I wish to have no regrets; but until I create mountains of pages filled with words from my soul I am not prepared to exit this realm. I have only scraped the the surface of my potential and writing is the only way to change that. Greatness runs through my veins and this ink is the only way to donate life to those around me. Life is long but time is running out and today will always come before tomorrow. Do not fight who it is that you are! Allow your identity to be realized through positive actions and inspire hope because it is desperately needed all around you. Before love, it is hope that all men and women need to carry on; hope that despite how we feel, we are never alone; hope that kindness will be reciprocated and not walked all-over; hope that others will carry the torch once we are gone; hope that together we can do all things; hope that the love that moves us will someday be returned. By Kevin Alan Lamb
Posted on: Mon, 09 Sep 2013 14:16:00 +0000
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