Christopher Muggridge
Be careful how high you let your dreams carry you, my dear. My arms are not very long and if you drift beyond their reach, we will have only our memories and the air between to sustain us. Even then, I will stand with crooked neck and aching back to watch your silhouette make its stamp upon the moon, forever ready to catch you, should you fall. For what are fathers for, if not to stand guard while their daughters swim for the stars? To cheer them on while standing forever below, waving arms in triumphant pride, only to wipe the occasional tear that comes from seeing how high you go, and how far away your dreams will take you.
Read this and know that at least one person is thinking of you, so you must be worth thinking about. Be easy on yourself and be kind.
The mistaken belief that motivation is an external force required in order to make action possible is the greatest hindrance to realizing one's greatest accomplishments.
Sometimes you can try to do the right things for the best reasons, to the best of your ability, but life is complicated and we don't live isolated on our own islands.
Time has stolen my confidence
My mind has stolen my youth
Each day is a question
Each answer - half lie, less truth
I built myself a family
Believed I had a plan
Discovered belief was for the living
Learned how to be a broken man
Gravity conspires against me
It doesn't want me on my feet
Peace hides itself to avoid me
The one, I’ll succumb to
The other, I’ll never meet
My best dreams lay behind me
Like dogs forever chasing tails
Some teased success
Most promised I’d fail
But in the end, it's just a tail
And I’m left to walk in circles
So long as I hold on
Success is X’s on a calendar
Progress, by days not spent in bed
The past, my constant jailer
While I’m locked away in my head
If I could unlock my mind
I’d be out there today, walking free
But I’ve been trapped for so long
I’ve forgotten where I hid the key
Life, I’m told, is the party
The guests, ghosts I slip between
Hope and laughter, gifts piled high
But even shoulder to shoulder
No one ever touches me
I know there's beauty in the world
But none that reaches me
Yup, soooo much rain today. It's been terrible. Lucky for me, weather forecasters are obviously liars and I get to have another walk in the sun.
Somehow between six am and eight am this morning, the forecast changed from rain all day to a beautiful sunny start. The rest of the day? Who cares. I've got this right now and just to stick it to the weatherman, I am sneaking in a walk. Suck it, weatherman.
Up at seven and at the gym for an hour on the bike. Not the same as being outside walking but it definitely builds up a sweat.
A tune to peddle by: Veruca Salt "Forsythia".
Getting too cold for my liking, and still fighting this damn headache, but I figured I would squeeze in one more short walk.