I have written here in the past about a woman I looked up after a very long time, while I was having a real dark period in my life. I got a lot of thoughtful feedback and some genuinely deep responses, “Cindy”, that made me realize romance and depth in people has not perished from this beautiful existence we call life. It is time to pay it forward and share something more than pain or anger or self-doubt with all of you who visit here, for we are connected.
I would love to be able to sit face to face with all who doubt life’s joy due to personal pain, unanswered pleas for love, forgiveness, passion, tender touch, or just plain understanding of who they are. This, unfortunately, can’t be done but we can still find ourselves together here to share each others thoughts,dreams,fears,and passions.
I am extremely passionate about wanting to share me with you because it did carry me through a crap storm of my making and opened my eyes to what matters,to me at least. Each pair of eyes that read this look out from a novel of their scripting,we truly are the authors of our story and,though influenced by outside forces,still put pencil to paper each morning.
I am a 55 year old guy, married, with children and grand kids, work outdoors, make a decent living honestly, and live within my means. I am conservatively leaning but will help anyone I can and I love our vets, being a peacetime vet myself I can’t think of anyone higher in my eyes than a vet. These are true hero’s.
I absolutely am a horn-dog and I love the fairer sex and see the beauty in almost all women. Fake = ugly to me and real women are almost always beautiful to behold, sloppy or wasted beyond hope…not so much. I am a die hard flirt and feel it is a compliment and have no bashfulness letting a lady know she still has it. Now this is not to say I am abusive about it,that is wrong on any level but a stolen glance captured lets a woman know her beauty is shining through. Age, except young, (under 30), has no impact on the equation and age brings a knowledge and confidence that is a shining star.
Now that I’ve dispensed with some of who, I will move to the why.
First, I am not a devout anything. Do I believe? Without reservation. Do I speak and pray? Yes I do. Would I tell anyone else to do these things? If I thought for second that it would bring comfort beyond my ability,yes yes yes.
My belief and source of happiness or wonder or contentment or whatever you want to label it as,is what I lay my eyes on each and every day.This incredible world around us,although ravaged by hate,prejudice,religious zealotry,and a host of other maladies,is still picture of stunning beauty and incredible love and promise.We,all humans,are an amazing breed of life.Those with so much to be bitter about are beacons of light,with so much weight to carry they float through our lives each day.Look for these and the ugly ones will soon fade.Be one of them and the ugliness will perish.
Look no further than the greening trees of spring to feel renewal possibilities,starting that fresh new chapter of your novel.
Even on the grayest day of a bleak winter you can see natures strength in the skies and know you were born of the same seeds of power.Do I profess this will change all the hate into something positive?Of course not, but we all must start somewhere and we all must have some impact, no matter how small it may seem.
As I started,I would love to be able to speak with anyone who has or would like to have this section of their heart pump yet again and in all fairness to my horn dog side in a big tub with the fairer side but this is not to be. With that said I only wish a feeling of wonder to return to our stressed days, a feeling of passion to our lonely hearts and a sense of discovery to our everyday. I do love you all,some more than others (just keeping it in perspective) and hope in some way to have brightened a path.