My joy is my job
A simple process of mind over matter comes into play many days lately. I find myself seeking the solitude of reality at hand verses the comprehension of others. I also find myself finding the answers that were laid out before me.
Simple reflections of how life has to go and where it will belong. It is the permanence that I really find myself clinging to. The very foundation of who I am to the only one that matters. As I continue to do what I consider is a job. One day upon the next I am here.
Slowly the openings of solitude unwind and the opportunity of conversation rings in. Yet is there anyone that really listens? Only one.
Even then I don't receive the quick resolutions but I know they will be opening for me. One by one the hopes and dreams find truth. The understanding of simple clarity digs deep into me and I see my steps I must travel.
Not foreseeing anything but inching into the trust of who I must to keep my head up. To maintain what I must for me.
Nothing I do seems to makes sense to those around me and that is just fine. I can't expect those who know nothing of me, to travel close by much less be my companion. I would never ask that of them, for certain.
Indeed the trials are coming. Enduring is the key. I have trusted in who I must to keep my mind strong. Waving away the heart strings. Desires to tell off several people has me maintaining the peace where I can.
Never really giving any one person the fuel to explode the fire. I need not that to happen. For I can tell that those who do talk to me will just fade out.
Once that dissolves in the wind, some will trickle back. Yet who? I really cannot say. I don't pressure and I certainly don't beg. There is no need of either. Just let life open the alleys and flood the roads. Soon the reality of who I have kept closed will finally find me.
Then when they do, they will be shocked. Yet I can not predict things nor will I pretend to. That is not my role in this puzzle. My role is to walk side by side with people, yet not being noticed. I am good in that instance. I will get my notice but will it be that of expected?
As I have stated before, none do I know of the future. I can only hope and dream. For the resilience in me keeps the mighty storm raging strong inside of me. The fire that can only help others as I am supposed to do. My job.
Ever wonder why I maintain distances? Probably not finished with what has been a lifelong career. Just some people don't realize that I am their job. And that is my joy.
Odd isn't it?
Simple reflections of how life has to go and where it will belong. It is the permanence that I really find myself clinging to. The very foundation of who I am to the only one that matters. As I continue to do what I consider is a job. One day upon the next I am here.
Slowly the openings of solitude unwind and the opportunity of conversation rings in. Yet is there anyone that really listens? Only one.
Even then I don't receive the quick resolutions but I know they will be opening for me. One by one the hopes and dreams find truth. The understanding of simple clarity digs deep into me and I see my steps I must travel.
Not foreseeing anything but inching into the trust of who I must to keep my head up. To maintain what I must for me.
Nothing I do seems to makes sense to those around me and that is just fine. I can't expect those who know nothing of me, to travel close by much less be my companion. I would never ask that of them, for certain.
Indeed the trials are coming. Enduring is the key. I have trusted in who I must to keep my mind strong. Waving away the heart strings. Desires to tell off several people has me maintaining the peace where I can.
Never really giving any one person the fuel to explode the fire. I need not that to happen. For I can tell that those who do talk to me will just fade out.
Once that dissolves in the wind, some will trickle back. Yet who? I really cannot say. I don't pressure and I certainly don't beg. There is no need of either. Just let life open the alleys and flood the roads. Soon the reality of who I have kept closed will finally find me.
Then when they do, they will be shocked. Yet I can not predict things nor will I pretend to. That is not my role in this puzzle. My role is to walk side by side with people, yet not being noticed. I am good in that instance. I will get my notice but will it be that of expected?
As I have stated before, none do I know of the future. I can only hope and dream. For the resilience in me keeps the mighty storm raging strong inside of me. The fire that can only help others as I am supposed to do. My job.
Ever wonder why I maintain distances? Probably not finished with what has been a lifelong career. Just some people don't realize that I am their job. And that is my joy.
Odd isn't it?
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