Steps
His fingertips fluttered upon his cheek, following the lines he found there. Tracing the canyons of insecurity, wondering at the genesis. Time? Worry? Bad habits coalescing as a stamp for others to eyeball and cluck at inside the silence of appraising glances? A mirror reflecting his internal dialog of disappointments, thoughts half spoken partially submerged and constantly seeking their outward expression, cracking his facade of smooth proficiency and competence with faults of truth.
These moments of lucidity terrorize with their implications, spinning his world, exposing the cables and supports which keep the scenery standing on his constructed stage. Broken links and doorways to brick walls clutter and obstruct his perception of self, and beg to be set right and reordered. A new year with a variety of possibilities impossible to construct, without razing the littered set to its foundations. His eyes stare back at him unblinking as he reflects back on choices and actions, voicing the rhetorical question, seeking to divine the first wrong turn that had brought him here.
If love is the foundation, then honesty is the rebar which strengthens and defends against these unexpected storms. The answer as definite as these worry lines, etched upon this fading child face. He will admit those things he is powerless over. He will realize love is a power greater than himself which can restore him to sanity. He will turn his will and life over to the care and nurture of this new realization. He will not shun the burden of taking a fearless moral inventory with honesty as a klieg light, exposing all those fearsome dark corners. He will share the nature of those wrongs with all in his circle of love, readying himself to be cleansed of these defects of character plaguing him. Humility allowing the genuine task of asking this cleansing force to remove his shortcomings and provide shelter and serenity, after completing the Herculean task of compiling a list of amends to those he had harmed, and making such amends whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others. Such is the nature of deconstruction to the core of love and honesty.
The new year a process of rebuilding, and being consistently aware that success depends on honesty, and being able to promptly admit those times when he is wrong. He must open himself up to the love surrounding him, suppressing will of self, in favor of the greater truths he keeps in conscious contact with.
His expression lights up as he caresses the honorable sashes of age on the corner of his eyes. The light of spiritual awakening dancing across his features and cleansing away his sorrow. He makes a promise to himself then and there, that he will take these simple steps and practice them in all his daily affairs in order to know peace, and will reach out to those he sees suffering, that they may find the truth they struggle to return to.
These moments of lucidity terrorize with their implications, spinning his world, exposing the cables and supports which keep the scenery standing on his constructed stage. Broken links and doorways to brick walls clutter and obstruct his perception of self, and beg to be set right and reordered. A new year with a variety of possibilities impossible to construct, without razing the littered set to its foundations. His eyes stare back at him unblinking as he reflects back on choices and actions, voicing the rhetorical question, seeking to divine the first wrong turn that had brought him here.
If love is the foundation, then honesty is the rebar which strengthens and defends against these unexpected storms. The answer as definite as these worry lines, etched upon this fading child face. He will admit those things he is powerless over. He will realize love is a power greater than himself which can restore him to sanity. He will turn his will and life over to the care and nurture of this new realization. He will not shun the burden of taking a fearless moral inventory with honesty as a klieg light, exposing all those fearsome dark corners. He will share the nature of those wrongs with all in his circle of love, readying himself to be cleansed of these defects of character plaguing him. Humility allowing the genuine task of asking this cleansing force to remove his shortcomings and provide shelter and serenity, after completing the Herculean task of compiling a list of amends to those he had harmed, and making such amends whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others. Such is the nature of deconstruction to the core of love and honesty.
The new year a process of rebuilding, and being consistently aware that success depends on honesty, and being able to promptly admit those times when he is wrong. He must open himself up to the love surrounding him, suppressing will of self, in favor of the greater truths he keeps in conscious contact with.
His expression lights up as he caresses the honorable sashes of age on the corner of his eyes. The light of spiritual awakening dancing across his features and cleansing away his sorrow. He makes a promise to himself then and there, that he will take these simple steps and practice them in all his daily affairs in order to know peace, and will reach out to those he sees suffering, that they may find the truth they struggle to return to.
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