A Post I Hope You’ll Read Version 765

Good writers who want to be great learn at an early age that they should be prepared to write and rewrite as many times as necessary. It is a worthwhile endeavor and something that I really should do more of as it would make the posts you read here better. Better isn’t really what I want to achieve but it is an improvement over fair and good so there is some motivation.

My head and my heart are at war and have been for quite some time now. The reasons why aren’t really germane to this post so I won’t address them here other than to say that I have a plan. In fact the plan was to write a post called “The Art of Making Tough Decisions” but I decided that I didn’t feel like focusing on one topic so I made this the post that I hope you will read.

It is going to include a few videos, some song lyrics and an assortment of odds and ends. Inside my head I hear the theme to Sanford and Son and see this post as resembling the junkyard they ran.

And now links to two songs and clips of song lyrics:

“In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along”

 

“We started a story Whose end must now wait
And, tell me
When will our eyes meet
When can I touch you
When will this strong yearning end
And when
Will I hold you again”

My favorite bloggers are almost always those who wear their hearts on their sleeve. I like the people who dare to put it all out there and let the chips fall where they may. I suppose that some of it is because I take a similar approach. I suppose it is because I have learned that there are some exceptionally generous people around and that if you learn how to ask for help they will give it.

It is something that I want my children to see, experience and remember. I don’t want them to grow up in a world of fear and uncertainty. I don’t want them to get lost wandering in shadows and darkness wondering if the axe is going to fall. I want them to experience a world of wonder and fun. I want them to continue to see the magic and mystery of the world and to understand that sometimes we fail but we always get back up. And I want them to get back up in a different way than I do. When you knock me down I spring back up with my fist cocked and fire coming from my nostrils.

When you knock me down the Taurus in me lowers his horns and prepares to charge. I don’t want the kids to spring back up like that. I don’t want them to ever let others take advantage of them. I don’t want them to be suckers or to be abused, but there is a middle ground. I want them to find that middle ground.

Seventeen years ago I went to my cousins’ 50th wedding anniversary party and was absolutely amazed by how well my cousin Stan danced to this song. He was 74 but he moved better than almost every man in their. I had no idea that he could dance, but I loved what I saw. It was pure joy and unadulterated happiness.

Some of you have contacted me and asked if I am ok. Some of you have sent some wonderful notes of support and I am quite appreciative. It is worth mentioning that your perception of my reality is different than mine. I am aggravated by some of the things that have happened. I am annoyed and irritated by most of it because there is not much that I can do to change things.

It is not lack of desire, but an understanding that some things are outside of my control. So I come here and vent. I come here and blow off steam and so it goes. But I never forget that this shall past and that in the not so distant future I’ll feel the sun upon my back and see blue skies. Besides, this sort of nonsense makes for good blog fodder- there are endless numbers of stories that I could tell.

The comment section is wide open. Feel free to share your thoughts about the post, about life, movies, music or anything.

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  1. jvmwordsmith says

    @TheJackB As a writer, I think it shows respect for your readers to make anything you write as good as it can be. JMHO.

  2. @bdorman264 Barry really isn’t my style either, but there is more to that than meets the eye.

    I am not doing anything different than a million other people have before, now and in the future. It is just the nonsense that life throws at us. I just happen to like this joint here because it provides an easy way to vent. Things aren’t as peachy as they could be but they aren’t dire either.

    I hear you on the singing bit. I could probably learn how to play an instrument, but singing is a bit out of the question.

  3. Dude, I have to draw the line at Barry Manilow but I’m not being judgmental…….just sayin’…………

    It’s very obvious you are going through something and if the writing provides an outlet for you, then write on buddy; post twice a day if you have to.

    I’m old school and have written letters and notes but never considered myself a writer. I know, it’s probably obvious but one thing I am is a reader and I’m smart enough to see what I like and what I don’t. Therefore, just because I like music doesn’t make me a musician but I do enjoy writing and think I can figure out the nuances there quicker than I can learn an instrument (singing is out of the question).

    Point being, I hope I can be a good writer even though I didn’t start out at an early age…………

    I love music and can listen well, but Barry is not my style………………

  4. @jvmwordsmith I rewrite almost everywhere but here. Can’t decide if it is laziness or what, but I just dislike doing it on the blog.

  5. jvmwordsmith says

    I’m not quite sure what to comment here except I’m a big proponent of rewriting, as a fellow Taurus I’ve never failed to get back up when I’ve been knocked down and yes, the best writing is that in which the personal is shared, because the personal really is universal. I wish you well.

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