The Grand Canyon
Sometimes nowadays, I feel like the kid who has lived in the grimy old city all his life and gets the chance to see the Grand Canyon. Instead of trash littered streets and cold buildings, he sees the infinite beauty that is out there, just waiting for him to find it.
That pretty much describes me today. Finally able to see past all the trash and dirt surrounding me, to get a peek at my own Grand Canyon.
To be able to say that I am a good and decent man. That I can love without deception or motive. To be able to accept that from others, knowing I am safe with them.
To be able to realize that caring and giving of myself to others because I care, gives me something in return. That I can give away what I never thought I would have the chance to. To experience things that fill the void of things I thought were lost forever.
To realize that throughout the carnage and pain of my past, the good, caring and wondering child still survives today. And he is thriving.
Yes, I am dealing with some serious issues. And sometimes it is very, very hard to get through the day. But I know I don't carry these burdens in silence and alone anymore.
I came here hating myself. Today I like myself. Who knows? Tomorrow I may even love myself.
Just some thoughts.
Thanks, my brothers,
Marc
That pretty much describes me today. Finally able to see past all the trash and dirt surrounding me, to get a peek at my own Grand Canyon.
To be able to say that I am a good and decent man. That I can love without deception or motive. To be able to accept that from others, knowing I am safe with them.
To be able to realize that caring and giving of myself to others because I care, gives me something in return. That I can give away what I never thought I would have the chance to. To experience things that fill the void of things I thought were lost forever.
To realize that throughout the carnage and pain of my past, the good, caring and wondering child still survives today. And he is thriving.
Yes, I am dealing with some serious issues. And sometimes it is very, very hard to get through the day. But I know I don't carry these burdens in silence and alone anymore.
I came here hating myself. Today I like myself. Who knows? Tomorrow I may even love myself.
Just some thoughts.
Thanks, my brothers,
Marc