Once you have travelled all over the emotional map there comes a time when a man has to narrow not only his focus but his relational sphere as well. Mine were always like a shotgun blast wounding many with plenty of bloodletting, but I was never responsible for mortal wounds (or so I think) because after I left physically there would still be an emotional string that I couldn’t let go of. This never wanting to say goodbye left women in my life with books still open, they wanting closure, me wanting God knows what. I think that it was the feeling that they would never forget me. Now I have let go of all of them except for those that remain immediate in my life. I feel like the surfer who has ridden many waves and finally decides he must sit astride and let even the most attractive swell pass me by. I can enjoy the short journey as if I did take off on it. I know what the ride will be like, thrilling but I can say, I have been there done that.
JB -
ReplyDeleteA Good Heart
A good heart is never forgotten
A good heart is one that is kind
A good heart is never blind
A good heart is what we all remember when days slip by
A good heart is one that never asks why
A good heart never says goodbye
A good heart is what the human race always try
- SHB
As we've all hung ten in different aspects of life's ocean, we wear that coat of many colors with those threads that give us hope & a sense of peace. Maybe, I'm just a dreamer, but a tranquil wave is one that makes the sea air quite pleasing to a soul.
JB, the expressway of a heart's existence, has many roads. Sometimes it's that emotional traffic inside of our heads that we have to find a way to silence the honking horns of hesitation.....
- SHB
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(Hang ten on a blue wave, surfer dude...!!)