Post by Al Truest on Mar 23, 2010 2:21:36 GMT
You know that I am not much interested in reading someone's mundane daily routine. But apparently loads of people eat it up.
I have four children that love me and respect me. I have four grandchildren that I adore. I just took my oldest one to a Hockey game. We had a wonderful time. My youngest lives with his dad and is staying with me after the mother met with tragedy. And Cate the only little girl is the boss of everyone. I even got to pick her name. (even though my daughter would not acquiesce to spelling it with a 'K' :
And the middle child knows everything there is to know about the Titanic and The Edmund Fitzgerald etc...all of them are bright and beautiful. I have an adopted daughter (not so much formalized) that I love dearly and forever...But I don't share that here. To me that is too intimate and too private. I prefer to have cordial and like minded discussions about my favorite music and interests on an informal level. Because, honestly who can you trust. I have proven my loyalty and my honor. And I was up before four this morning reading about someone who blames me for her trouble. I am only human. And I do not have power over another. You relinquish power over yourself when you forsake others...
I never intend to 'blog' here or anywhere else. It is self serving propaganda. And people want to rationalize their deluded reality in order to garner meaningless support from people they don't even know. My family can vouch for me. But then how would you know? That's my point - I don't blog. I write about universal truth and I seek inspiration in the art and music of others that strike congruent chords. And I shun those that ask me to stop.
Moving on...
I was married for nearly twenty years. Not once did I cheat on my wife. Not once did I think about breaking my commitment. I guess that means more to some than others. I raised my children alone. No one would ever be able to reach me again I thought.
You know if I thought someone cared I could weave several good confessionals about my mood and my disappointments. Instead I write verse as a rule. I do not mention names and if the shoe fits wear it I suppose. But nonetheless I am free to express how I think love and life should work. But do I have or exercise some power over others. Absolutely not...if the shoe fits wear it. There are consequences for lying and cheating.
It is so sad to be misunderstood. It is so unfair to lose at love. But it is a real tragedy to not have honor. That I indeed have.
I have four children that love me and respect me. I have four grandchildren that I adore. I just took my oldest one to a Hockey game. We had a wonderful time. My youngest lives with his dad and is staying with me after the mother met with tragedy. And Cate the only little girl is the boss of everyone. I even got to pick her name. (even though my daughter would not acquiesce to spelling it with a 'K' :
And the middle child knows everything there is to know about the Titanic and The Edmund Fitzgerald etc...all of them are bright and beautiful. I have an adopted daughter (not so much formalized) that I love dearly and forever...But I don't share that here. To me that is too intimate and too private. I prefer to have cordial and like minded discussions about my favorite music and interests on an informal level. Because, honestly who can you trust. I have proven my loyalty and my honor. And I was up before four this morning reading about someone who blames me for her trouble. I am only human. And I do not have power over another. You relinquish power over yourself when you forsake others...I never intend to 'blog' here or anywhere else. It is self serving propaganda. And people want to rationalize their deluded reality in order to garner meaningless support from people they don't even know. My family can vouch for me. But then how would you know? That's my point - I don't blog. I write about universal truth and I seek inspiration in the art and music of others that strike congruent chords. And I shun those that ask me to stop.
Moving on...
I was married for nearly twenty years. Not once did I cheat on my wife. Not once did I think about breaking my commitment. I guess that means more to some than others. I raised my children alone. No one would ever be able to reach me again I thought.
You know if I thought someone cared I could weave several good confessionals about my mood and my disappointments. Instead I write verse as a rule. I do not mention names and if the shoe fits wear it I suppose. But nonetheless I am free to express how I think love and life should work. But do I have or exercise some power over others. Absolutely not...if the shoe fits wear it. There are consequences for lying and cheating.
It is so sad to be misunderstood. It is so unfair to lose at love. But it is a real tragedy to not have honor. That I indeed have.
