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run with it...run with it...run with it............
Sometimes I see the shower as more than cleaning away the dirt and the sweat. It washes away my tears and my disappointment, disappointment at life, lack of a job, the endless tape and smell of economic shit.
While the shower is cleansing and revitalizes me, it's the moment afterwards that I am in awe of. Standing in the mirror, I can't help but think that this moment exemplifies what a real person is made of. Shivering naked, staring back at our reflection, we see the lines, the sadness, the joy, the fear, the apathy, only for a second though, then we become self aware.
I truly believe I am a warrior, a soldier, a fighter, whatever term fits best. I have no rifle or side arm, but I wear an armor forged from my father's whispers in the garage, from his lessons through example, from my break ups, let downs, and mistreatments.
People, for some reason, seem to think that talking to yourself is ridiculous and shows weakness, I strongly differ. How else can you muster the courage to wake up in the morning and face a world that is, for the most part, full of itself? How else can you remind yourself of the beauty in the small things?
The water air dries and the warmth returns. The shivers go away and I'm left in a warm glow.
Sometimes I see the shower as more than cleaning away the dirt and the sweat. It washes away my tears and my disappointment, disappointment at life, lack of a job, the endless tape and smell of economic shit.
While the shower is cleansing and revitalizes me, it's the moment afterwards that I am in awe of. Standing in the mirror, I can't help but think that this moment exemplifies what a real person is made of. Shivering naked, staring back at our reflection, we see the lines, the sadness, the joy, the fear, the apathy, only for a second though, then we become self aware.
I truly believe I am a warrior, a soldier, a fighter, whatever term fits best. I have no rifle or side arm, but I wear an armor forged from my father's whispers in the garage, from his lessons through example, from my break ups, let downs, and mistreatments.
People, for some reason, seem to think that talking to yourself is ridiculous and shows weakness, I strongly differ. How else can you muster the courage to wake up in the morning and face a world that is, for the most part, full of itself? How else can you remind yourself of the beauty in the small things?
The water air dries and the warmth returns. The shivers go away and I'm left in a warm glow.