New Beginnings.

Each ending is in itself a new beginning. Everything in the universe acts according to it's nature without contention. Humans are unique in that they resist what is natural. A man wraps himself in the guise of civilization and acts against what should be. Just like the seasons a man's life cycles in obeyance to natural law; I have rejected the winter and now I walk into the spring that is so symbolic of things anew. Stubborn men fight against the seasons, they fight against nature. But a man who is truly wise sees the plans of nature and works with them. I will never be finished with my struggle and even if I were offered an end I would not accept it. I am this way for a reason and I intend to follow it to it's end.

Too long I have hide myself from others, My isolation numbed the pain I suffered. But the blade had two edges. Where is my joy? I cannot heal until I accept that it is important to trust again. There are some I can never trust, and some I can only trust a certain way. But that is natural and I do not contend with it. The balm of my soul is friendship and companionship. Too long I have tried to be heroic and deal with my problems alone. Does this mean I lay my problems before another and walk away? Of course not but the strength of a friend bolsters the soul, the company of rival or friend lifts the spirit and sharpens the mind. In this I ask and offer all who read to hear me and extend their hands. Some have grown to hold contempt of me and that contempt is well earned. others have grown distrustful of deception or fear the darker side I sought so hard to control. If you deny me you rob us both of opportunity.

What good is a life that cannot be shared? Eating a meal alone is certainly efficent but you lose the merriment of friends and family. Traveling alone is almost always faster but you miss the insights of your companions. Even a rival of different temperment is a good companion and helps us challenge our misconceptions. I will say no more about this. You know who you are and if you are even reading this your choice will not be swayed by words of mine.

I now support myself off my words and ideas. I have been told that I have a natural affinity for words and in that there may be some truth. But it is not a skill for wordplay or a studied hand that makes me a writer. I write from my heart, sometimes my heart is heavy and my words to match. Other times they soar to the heavens and their call echos to the depths of the soul. Sometimes my words are foolish and silly or fraught with errior, I am bound to make mistakes as I learn.I want to succeed and to do that I need to pull myself back together. A heart can be mended with kind words and empathy, a broken body can be nursed with compassion, a heavy soul given release. I asked and still ask for the help of any who can spare it, If you can spare love, affection, friendship or companionship then I would appreciate it.