Misinterpreted words can make or break the man. They can plant their feet on solid ground, or disturb the places where they stand. Do we spend more time communicating, or analyzing limited text? Do we know what our neighbor is trying to say if we don’t hear what is next? We assume based on the limited and things get in the way, like … Continue reading Is That Right?
I threw out all of the past bitterness and tried to love again. Without getting into much detail, I will tell you a bit about my recent, personal experience with forgiveness. It truly has taken me a long time to learn how to knock down a few barriers; those walls that have been built up over my life. So many different avenues that led me … Continue reading Are You Righteous?
I sometimes wonder why I am still standing. There is a word I had written on a familiar wall many years ago. The word, “Why” was running through my mind as I stood in a stairwell, staring into the void of my heart. In between a break-up with a woman I had been engaged to and a girl I had nothing in common with, I … Continue reading Dilapidated
Sometimes, the way I approach difficult tasks, especially those which demand a change in my thinking, leaves me in a state of uneasiness. There has been many challenges in the ways I have been developing. Patience. Kindness. Grace. Love. Gentleness. All of these things, as well as many others, seem to be getting easier as time passes. Although, the challenges have had their share of … Continue reading One Way Out
I remember a time when the light of day was a burden. A completely dreadful time. It was the beginning of another day of worries, anxieties, worthlessness and hopelessness. Each time I would rise in the morning began a course that ushered in the nightmarish realities of my existence. I had to take action. Their is a quote from a fictional character in a movie, … Continue reading What The Morning Holds
When my father died, my family and I went to his place and took what we wanted. There were many things that were selected by myself and my half brother and sister. We took a look around our father’s place and brought the things that we deemed as valuable back to our own homes. I took all of my dad’s tools. Within the collection, there … Continue reading Remnants