Cinique

I fail to truly understand the day. It fleets from me. I have a grasp but it alluded me daily. I thought I knew I assumed I understood. But today is not the yesterday I knew. I’m adjusting acutely.

The times I knew are old and have changed aggressively. I’m not wrong, I don’t think, just outdated. However I try to catch up I find myself a failure in this endeavor. Ancient. Old now. Out of date, yet what I know and have to offer is sorely needed.

I feel a failure to this generation. I’ve tried and these times have obscured my message. Hard work is dismissed. Accountability and honor are ignored. Respect is an alien idea, and love is desired but grossly misunderstood.

Those that have ears let them hear. I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness. Trying to impart the very lessons I engage in daily. Love is easy if pure but hard if misdiagnosed. I don’t truly comprehend it myself, but I try.

It’s just calendared a new year. A with new things come new beginnings, new ideas, new endeavors. A chance to be renewed anew.

Me? No. I’m not perfect. I am flawed. Imperfect. I can only speak about my path and carry you along. Judge me not. If you think I’m perfect you’d be mistaken. I try. I laugh and I cry. I’m human as are you.

Honestly, I’ve almost relinquished my hope for men, but not entirely. I can’t. I hope for us all. I wail for mankind. We can do better. We will. I have faith. Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen.

I see you reader. Your light still shines. Don’t let our world be overcome with darkness. You are a light to the world. Let your light shine this day. In this present moment.