Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Why I am not of this World...

I lay in bed trying to sleep but I never get there...
I get around 5 hours asleep a day and am perfectly happy with it...
I use every hour of everday to do something productive and try to better myself and others around me...
I wake up and sing in the shower, usually James Blunt or other great artists that most people due to popularity and care for their reputation consider gay...
I eat one time a day and maintain a healthy body and workout every week...
I constantly correct myself and look for better ways of completing everyday tasks...
I try to find reason behind every action...
I think about others and humanity with compassion and without regard of how I can be better than them or use them...
I will always put others needs before my own needs... Unless, It is something i need to have...
I live to make memories but share them with only myself...
Im not loud, arrogant and pretentious...
I dont seek to be the one in the crowd who is "cool" im just myself...
I dont care if you think youre right, I will prove you wrong...
I can't walk the streets because when i see someone struggling in this mad house ecosystem that we have created it brings a tear to my eye...
I can't walk past a problem without correcting it...
I cant sit idley by and let someone be abused...
I wont fight for myself but I will fight for anyone who is justifiably right...
I dont seek pleasure...
I dont seek wealth...
I dont seek anything but the truth...
I use the abilities that I have to do good things in this bad world...even when it means doing bad things...
I dont give in to peer pressure, I stick to my guns at all times...
I won't let you down, I wont fail, falter, or trip anyone up for my own personal gain...
Im genuine...
Im caring...
I have heart, soul and body...blood, sweat and tears...
I cant look the other way when something bad is happeneing to someone...
I can do anything you can do, only better...
I choose not to be weak and not to give up when the going gets tough...
I would rather stand in the rain than to seek shelter in an enemies home...
I have been a soldier, writer, musician, lover, fighter, peace keeper, mentor, accomplice, a rancher, volunteer cop, volunteer firefighter, i have been in the hardest Army in the world, a democrat, republican, liberal, oportunist, socialist, but not a marxist ;) , i have been a welder, carpenter, handyman, electricians apprentice, fast food worker, business manager, respected poker player, golfer, hacky sacker, hippie, country boy, city boy, american boy, i have more maturity than 90 % of the people my age, i have been into a war zone, deep in the woods where no light gets in, out in the open where no trees grew, a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, courageous, fearless, bold, feared, respected, remembered, let down, stood up for, i have been in deep dark waters not for me but for others, i have been in the shadows of the trenches for friends, been to many different countries, seen the world through another persons eyes, heard another heartbeat, broken bones, hunted for food, fished for food, begged on the street corner, i have been to the bottom of the world and stood on the top of it, i have almost froze to death, almost died of heat exhaustion, been shot at, almost been blown up, been sane, been insane, been passionate, wrote love songs, whistled dixie, shot the shit, been arrested, been kicked when i was down, i have looked into the eyes of a dying mom, i have felt deaths cold grip, i have lost everything but found the world, i have been to the bottom of every bottle, happy, sad, mad, i have stayed up for a week straight on several occassions, broken the law to help someone, ran from the cops, i have been Human, been alienated, homeless, helpless, stronger than a rock, braver than an Indian, i have dabbled in ever trade, i speak 3 launguages, I have gone broke helping others, i have lived, learned....

Theres so much more that i have done...

But most importantly of all....

I have LOVED...

Im 23... But i am not of this World...

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