It's too easy to define ourselves by what we are not:
I'm not a racist not a chauvinist
not a womanizer or a wife beater
not a pedophile nor a hater of children
not a rapist or a stalker
not a gossip
not a slanderer
not a drunk
not a druggy
not schizophrenic or manic or taking pills for depression
It's so easy to define what we're not.
But to define ourselves by what we are:
husband
father
salesman
writer
poet
equestrian
lover of children
friend of women
collector of books and art
It seems too easy, it's not who I am,
I'm just an entity who lives in a body,
who wakes up every day
and moves through this life,
experiencing this world through his senses
I am fortunate, blessed to be this person,
but I don't take the credit; I did not create me.
I am a gift to myself,
from a strong mother and father,
who passed on their values they gained with their sweat,
blood, and tears, even though that's cliche it's truthful.
A gift from my wife who never gave up, who searched for
the gold in the dross. A gift of my ancestors with unique DNA,
Irish, French, English, Ojibwa, they knew how to fight,
they knew how to love and what they did they did fiercely.
They made me healthy and strong. They made me want to live long
and to improve this world.
This knowledge
a challenge to
make a gift of my life,
to spend it in the service of others.
I've done that before and every time that I do.
I discover more of who I am,
and who I can be.
a beautiful celebration of your gift, your life. enjoyable reading
ReplyDeletewhat a pleasure read...yes, life is a gift through the eyes of gratitude and humility . thank you ..sr
ReplyDeleteThis is so wonderfully written. A true celebration of who you are!
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