These Days
by Andy Child

But it is as if each man is taught to bear himself with neglect and persecution because someone strange and so unfamiliar is grabbing his tongue before a voice is even left to utter words towards the ways of life and liberty. Because of such harsh methodical tones we are left thinking ourselves to be wrong. Indeed the day comes and goes with so much being swept under the rug of mediocrity. Songs we sing become whispers and cries of anguish to us.

So much is meant to be seen as peace and comfort. It is absolute necessity to say how we see things. Whether we are founded upon righteous or hateful longevities with our patterns of action or speech, we still have them and we hope that they will be braver than us even though they come from the place that we most frequently seek. Embrace true love.  Wandering eyes do not bend when they feel a tender soul.

We must dare and we must be. It's that simple. I have seen much in my days, though I do not commit to the idea that I am a scholar or a man filled with more wisdom and guidance than I have the power to speak. But with all that I have seen, joy remains to those that grab hold. It is in the cracks of the walls of humanity and in those that teach us more than we teach ourselves.

These days, we fight hard. We embark with scars and deep wounds cut from the world that seem to remain open and infected.

Never give up. Three words that ring in our ears when we least expect it. We have been cheated in life and from what we think we deserve. So, there we stop and whine. The precious moments of heartfelt gratitude must never be pushed aside again. There is so much to understand.

Grab life for all that it is and ever will be. It is life that finds us and takes us. We take and give so little in return. Weakness is our greatest asset in finding out how to be more like what this world needs and wishes to become.

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