Here's Reality

I’ll try and not bore you with any of the details, but it’s nearly four in the morning and I’m wide awake. I would love to say that it was the “Lawd” that spoke to me in a dream that woke me up. But it was a more primal urge that hobbled me out of bed, through the living room, across the kitchen, down the back porch, to the laundry room, and into the bathroom. (Think twice before moving into a 100+ year old house

Me and my bride are both wide awake, the tuxedo cat is curled up next to her on the bed, while the calico’s apparently outside hunting breakfast. On these cold soon to be winter nights I used to pine away at the keyboard. Thinking that somehow I could solve the world's problems with a clever quip or two. Instead I lay here buried under three blankets and a sheet, while my bride's hot flashes keep me warm. But there’s no disguising the disappointment you can feel in oneself, when life’s troubles nail you in the head with its realities.

But it's important to speak of such things. Maybe not in such an open forum as I do. I often speak in the first person to demonstrate the power of awareness and of forgiveness. You see, I’ve pretty much come to terms with the fact I’m not as strong as I used to be. That I’ll never solve many of the world’s problems, let alone most of my own. But that’s okay, just as long as I can shine a little light on my own space. I may have not been very successful in a worldly sense. But I’ve held the brass ring on a few occasions and they shine as bright as the sun. Reality is never about the brightest or the fastest. It’s about the most consistent and determined of us to love.