As for me consistent inconsistency should be heralded, applauded and embraced, it keeps me nimble.

Human beings are fickle and the pedestals we place them on are often of shoddy quality as the materials that we use, are often comprised of our expectations.

I use to despair of the travails of life, until I realized I was being seasoned for bigger things, a plateau I have yet to procure. My shouts often echo back with concussive force, bringing me to my knees.

I have had members of my family, linked by the immutable bond of DNA stand inches away, showering me with a look of disdain that morphed into a blank stare of dismissal.

In the same breath there are people who I have come of age with. Who I have cried, conquered and walked through proverbial valleys over the course of decades, in some cases spanning my entire life, summarily cut me off for reasons that are unclear.

As well as those who held the title of friend only to dismiss my entreaties as unworthy of their time and energy.

These instances, these individuals… Have proven to be the harshest, but most effective teachers I could ever hope to have and I cherish them.

I harbor no animus towards them, but when procurement time comes, that time that the Almighty deems for me to unwrap my “gift” that my humility has built the foundation for over the course of years.

I know that I will see these teachers, I will hear their accolades, their proclamations of pride and the like, but all that I will be able to bestow upon them is what they’ve given me.

I will look pass them…

Towards those who have shown me the power of their words through their actions, being true to me through every storm that I have weathered. Showing me what the unassailable definition of friendship and camaraderie
looks like has been my saving grace.

Because they have unselfishly loaned me their power. I am duty bound to pull them closer into my orbit.


Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will only get in the way.

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