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M Hills and R Winstone head up to the start of the 6f Yorkshire Regiment E.B.F. Median Auction Maiden Stakes York 21st May 2011.
Because life is short, and tomorrow isnāt promised, I forgive and ask forgiveness. Becoming older doesnāt necessarily equate to becoming wiser, because how you present to others isnāt necessarily how youāre presented to others, be it their lack of empathy, trust, or control. I recognize that things are not always ad they seem, and not everyone is willing to wear their emotions on their sleeve, yet their rigidity reveals true intent, and perhaps we are, even in our nearest and dearest, a stranger playing a role, wearing a mask, never attaining their goal, the love they crave, because they canāt see past the worst case scenario, that the freedom and love they wish for is what they suppress in others. Instead, seized in the grip of their fear, they isolate and compartmentalize others into into a box, be it abstract, painting you into your a corner, only to find the neglect and isolation has broken you. You are incapacitated by your lack of agency. And you, because you, even when your intuition tells you that your pot is near boiling, you choose to play along, after all, this suffering will surely lead to happiness, though logic tells you otherwise. Whatās stopping you? Then one day you wake up. The alarm is screaming for you to move, or die. Youāve atrophied. Itās now time to get your affairs in order. To tell your loved ones how much you love them. To forgive the unforgiven, self included. To attempt what goals are necessary to leave into your next level without regret. Do the things you set aside for another day, because the past is now. Because tomorrow isnāt promised. Because memories and old words are the unreliable narrator, and eyes donāt lie. Iām not here to be remembered. Iām not here to tell you what you want to hear, but to lead you to the truth you deny yourself. What you own is not the light within you, Once you know the truth, of the force that guides you, you may stumble, you may fall, you may be willful and with pride, but your thoughts shall become things beyond the measure of your time spent here in this life. Choose wisely. Will you have spent your time more in service to your pleasure than in service to others? Will you lead those around you into the light or darkness and despair? Read that again. Choose wisely. Itās ok if you were too much for some people. Perhaps it never occurred to you that you when you touched a nerve, you cannot force what they decide to do or how they chose to react or respond. It is not for your shoulder to bear, if spoken in truth. So, ask in earnest for forgiveness, let go and move in the space of your trajectory. What you do with your time left should not be spent in regret, but presence in order to move forward. So, underneath the same moon, you too will forgive and love them all the same, as I love you. This is not a test. Iām working on my bucket list, because tomorrow isnāt promised, and Iāve yet to finish what I began.
Today's photo - "Turn The Page"
Highway signs always remind me of Bob Seger's song, 'Turn The Page'... Deep and well written song.
On a long and lonesome highway, east of 'L.A'
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do...
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to do...
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through
Here I am, on a road again
There I am, on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page
Cheers.
I ran out of pithy names.....Also, please view larger size. Flickr makes the smaller image way to sharpened. The full sizes don't look so over done.
Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
Rememberin' what she said