I am no casual observer.
The keys to my future are held in my hand.
I can either sit on my ass and stay where I am… Or I can move forward.
I’m content, but contentment does not erase the longings within me to be a different person. Physically. Mentally. Spiritually. Emotionally. There is always room for improvement. I have this vision often, a vision that creeps into my dreams, that haunts me when I wake. I’m sitting on the front porch of my yellow cottage-style house, the sun setting over the tops of the trees. I am smoking a cigar, listening to the birds and insects, and inside I can hear my children laughing and my wife washing the dishes. She comes out and joins me, and I snuff out my cigar and we sit on the swing, arms around each other, watching the sun setting.
I want to be a family man.
I want to be a loving husband and a loving father.
Sometimes this dream seems so far away.
Sometimes it seems as if I had better stop hoping.
But when it feels like I should embrace resignation, a voice whispers in my ear.
A voice telling me that I am no casual observer to my life.
A voice telling me that there is untapped potential within me.
A voice telling me that there is a beast within me waiting to be unleashed.
All I need to do is take the bolt-cutters, cut that chain, and let the Animal within roam free.
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