I have feasted. I have fasted. I have loved. I have lost. I have done good deeds upon the earth. I have wasted away in decadence and apathy. I have sought harmony and balance. I have raged with the thirst for war. I have both prayed to and cursed God at different points throughout the years. I have stood tall when all seemed hopeless. I have fallen to the floor over the most foolish events. I have kept my word. I have left promises unfulfilled. I have tamed my ego. I have let vanity run amok.
To strive toward an elusive goal that can never actually be achieved because it is continually moved forward in every moment it gets approached can sometimes seem to be a daunting task. But such is the path of life’s journey. It is not perfection which I seek, nor even the pursuit thereof, but rather the deepest state of peace possible in each new moment that arises.
There are so many memories from the past 37 years that have been surfacing lately, some beautiful, others broken. But more importantly, there are infinite experiences still to be sought and embraced. I can see the other side of the shore from here. Let my compass be set toward that which is pure. Let my faith be aligned with a steady wind that guides the sails. Let my courage always be strong and resilient, regardless of whether the seas are silent or stormy.
I’m grateful that a poem of mine appears in the latest issue of The Pangolin Review published out of Mauritius. Big thank you to Amit Parmessur for including my work. “God, Love, Truth, and Light” can be read here…