AN HONEST MAN AND A GOOD WRITER
May 14th, 2024 | San Francisco, CA
An interesting experiment in taking stock. Slowly, I re-enter the world with the comforting promise that I can withdraw again should I need to. A bit of trust, in myself and in others, goes a long way. It is a long road that maybe has no ending. Maybe death is that ending. And maybe I’ll even be glad for her when she does greet me. Waiting, beckoning, at the end of that long gravel path.
And by then, maybe I’ll be anxious to meet those who have gone ahead- who now wait. And I’ll be glad. Perhaps, I’ll sigh contentedly. Perhaps I’ll be sad to leave those who remain behind. My love. My children. My family and friends. But never again will I fear an ending.
I want to be an honest man and a good writer.
And this task before me is the work. The path. And it is long and arduous. Sometimes, like today, my knees shake with the effort. My feet bleed from the road behind. I struggle.
But the road lies ahead.
