Teh Paradox

I've been an agony aunt for as long as I can remember. It's not that I like listening to the miseries and misfortunes of people but I've always done it regardless who and what time and the majority of them are women. I guess I'm a good listener or I just don't have anything better to do, either way it's something I learn a lot from, both about life and women.

So the weird part comes when dealing with the women in my life and the women to come, no pun intended with that last one. I find it weird because I hear so many stories of the way different guys treat their women and I don't want to go out and be that guy in the end. It's an interesting paradox, sometimes I wonder if I should go out there and do my best or not do it at all. It's made even more interesting because I do like someone now and don't really ..ah I've no idea what to think.

Rising

I've lived a pretty up-down life, seen things people haven't seen and realized there is a lot that I too haven't seen, and I'm generally grateful for not having had to see those things. After all that I'm at a stage in life where I can look back at the past 20 years like a textbook on life and how to do things in the future, but there's still a lot that has to be added to that 'textbook'. So I've realized while learning from and working with Juliet Coombe.

If before, God as my witness, I've said I haven't been blessed, I take it back because I am now. My mother's struggle has always been an inspiration for me and my drive has always be to end that struggle, but now with Juliet staying at my house for a bit, it's like two times the inspiration. In her I see my mother, and in them I see life, inspiration, determination and everything that just makes you want to put aside whatever you're doing and help clear their way for them.

Their lives are testament to the spirit of endeavor, against all odds, guided by the light of just conviction and hope. Makes me want to become a better person, makes me believe in me.

It's not until you have died inside
Descended to the depths of hell
And marched against it's fiery tide


Fought for your soul and for your life
Defeating the demons within you
Amidst the darkness, grief and strife


Shattered dreams, broken bones
Trials, sorrow, anguish and pain
Broken hearts and empty homes


Climbing up fate's jagged slope
Dragging along whats left of your dreams
on a tray of hope


Through the doldrums you must fight
Past the hardships and suffering
And rise into the ray of light


Broken free from fate's gyve
It's when you rise from the ashes
That you are truly alive