It is essential to be true to one's self above all else. "I Did It My Way", the Paul Anka song Sinatra made popular alludes to many of the same personal reference points. There is the poignant bite of the collision between aging and personal reflection here that is very philosophical Gene. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Poignantly powerful in meaning expressed, Gene; much to think about here. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on March 7, 2011
I love how you've set this "late in the winter's day." I feel like my late summer days are over and my feet are squarely planted in autumn. Everything about this is right. It breathes with the cool winds of choice and effect while holding that velvety sheen of reflection. I really love this.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)
Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2011
I always hate when, could be realities, collide with me...Always a great read Gene.
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2011
i encountered this very situation a few months ago sitting in the thai consulate in LA. funny that you wrote this. i was waiting in line there and recognized this person who is an electronic music producer who tours the world as a DJ and performer. i've been following his work since 1998, bought many of his CDs and alas, there he was in front of me. i started talking to him, let him know i was a big fan and told him i wished i had done the things that he is doing now. he looked at me square in the eye and said: you still can! words of wisdom, follow your passion, let the chips fall where they may. spent so much time trying to be the "fake regular guy", you know what i mean? business degree, 9-5 job, automaton cog in a great corporate wheel. got me nowhere. thanks for posting this, it means a lot to me actually. i'm keeping it around forever.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
rege
Regis
Anna
clever and well written, Gene ...
more than mere summary, it speaks in a deep voice.
John
ps: the 3rd line reminds me of...you know
jf
Namaste
Tony
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :)
I can certainly identify to this circle kind of awakening!
Blessings,
Christine