I asked him if I had bartered away my validity.
The rest of my life has been “alright.”
It’s been what I feared most:
Easy enough,
but no shining vistas off the peaks,
without reward,
without challenge,
with no remembered name,
and with no need to ask whether it was worth doing,
because that was a moot question.
The easier way as expensive as the difficult.
on my achievements:
I’ve created nothing anymore, I said.
My good friend Robert
with a load of problems over his head,
with a tedious job failing yet again to pan out,
with life’s true calling still calling for him and
still yet no one paying him for it, and
with nowhere to live after January 14,
This man, who all these years has still not had a break,
with no wife,
no children,
and no girlfriend,
and a dog long passed away,
and not one sure prospect,
said to me in utter clarity of wisdom,
in an instant
with the character I knew he possessed ever:
“But, It’s what you THINK that matters.”
Is it? I said. Not so sure anymore. Wanting to believe.
“Yes.”
he said.
Not the Yes of experienced survival,
but the fresh, untainted yes of youth,
Still present within him.
It keeps him good company.
and he warms us all.
if we allow him.
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