I am weak.
Or much weaker than I had hitherto thought. Some things must be done but I cannot but delay these actions, stay my hand, I hesitate for what might be lost to me. Wondering if things are retrievable still, mourning for what surely will be left behind. It is too much for one person to bear and yet it is what all persons do. I am so weak, but where can I draw stength from if I do not find it within myself?
My time is growing short and I am not indestructable.
That last bit some might find funny, but I assure you; I am not kidding. Though we all know at one level or another that we all fallible and fragile, I somehow felt, despite myriad injuries, that I was impervious to most of the illnesses that afflict all men. I now stand corrected. In the past year I've had my first couple of nervous breakdowns, was told I needed to destress or I would surely suffer a stroke or the like, and realized many of my old time annoying medical conditions might be indicative of a greater illness within.
These two things I have learned as the things to correct from my former life. The positive shall be reviewed at a later time.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
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My heart goes out to you my brother!
You are stronger (and very normal in these aspects) than you think.
If for know you feel like you can't find the strenght within you, find it through your real close friends. You know who those are.
"...There shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: For the former things are passed away"
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