Not long ago had I contemplated my next move. It was not a conscious decision but one taken in haste. In pure haste. But it let things happen to me. What don’t ask. I don’t know. I haven’t catalogued what they are, were or are going to be. I just let them happen to me. They ripped me….i bleed…..they tortured me……left me maimed…..but I moved on……for at times they just made life worth it. For the sheer joy of the wound healing is sweet to put it brusquely. That makes you realize the worth of things- many deemed so worthless by many of us that we wouldn’t stop to take a second glance at them were they sold in supermarkets- but “simple little things” in your life sometimes makes you smile, and man would pay a million dollars to smile like that. The road might not be the city highway you imagined where you would flaunt your swish car in full glory but a countryside “bumspter” (looks like I invented a word eh?) and you are no better than the country bumpkin……dragging on with life……but with the motive of reaping your harvest. Yes the golden harvest which awaits your loving hands to caress them and for you to soak in their freshness, warmth ,beauty and tranquility…………., something you would be left searching for in your concrete jungle……and suddenly you realize your heart is all flesh and blood not nickel as you imagined…………
