Days of Reckoning

Judgement Day is HERE! For a long time now I've been looking for some salvation from my life and the constant battles within my mind. I've looked to others, myself & drugs and although they've helped me make it through this far, they seem to be lacking that edge that I need. Today I’m going to take a positive step forward in this ongoing saga. I have come to the conclusion that its time to finally give up on the last of my dreams, like I've given up on all my other dreams in the past for others. Hopefully this will allow me to get on with my meager existence in relative peace, until that final day comes.

“Put your pain in a box. Lock it down. We are men made up of boxes, chambers of loss and triumph. Of hurt, hope and love. No one is stronger or more dangerous than a man who can harness his emotions. His past.

Use it as fuel, as ammunition. As ink to write the most important letter of your life.”

 I’d like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who have been there for me during this time. For those who I have wronged or hurt with my words or actions I apologise. And for those of you who turned your back on me in my time of need I forgive you. I’ll leave you with a now with a poem from the Native American Shawnee People

“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. 

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. 

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. 

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

- Chief Tecumseh