Your post this morning reminded me of a short poem I shared here a little over a year ago. It’s called “Regret,” and it goes like this:
on a locomotive’s back
a cry at every
You are that locomotive. We both are. So are Robert and Erin, whose words of friendship and wisdom show just how powerful this blog medium can be.
Consider, Paul, a locomotive’s strength.
And, until we meet,
What if we think of words as bells,
each with a sound that’s just arrived
from a great distance — across fields,
down mountains, over graveyards,
swept along alleys and streets,
and of we who ring them
as angels without
When one of us hurts, we both do. We all do. That’s why we must be angels for one another — not to take away the pain, the anguish, the regret, but to absorb it, feel it, and understand it. Our humanity demands that we do no less; our worth depends on it.
A mistake today is a triumph tomorrow.
Some of the greatest minds this world has known have struggled, questioned, and seen themselves as failures. I say you are in good company. I say you are blessed, because life is challenging you. I also say, as my dear father so often did, that life can be the “royal shits.”
Look me in the eye, Paul. That’s a smile you see. Not many are able to discern it. Don’t be afraid to return it.