This Wisdom

As I look 
in the mirror
My temples 
Are greying
And the wrinkles, 
They are deepening

But my heart
Still glows 
with hope
And I am 
grateful

I smile, still
because,
In my heart,
I know that
Youth is such
A small price 
To pay 
For this wisdom.

~ Eric Vance Walton ~

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Never Become Uncomfortably Numb

time is ticking
ever faster
for this dream chaser,
this lover of peace
and the simple things
that make
life worthwhile to live

so thankful for a
faithful soulmate
in this journey
and all who have taught,
shared their time with
and have accepted
this humble soul
into their fold

each passing minute
brings a greater realization
that we are all here to learn
from one another
in this interactive and
spectacular web
of interconnectedness

the last of many demons were
lain to rest
the very moment I realized
that I choose to never become
uncomfortably
numb.

So You Want To Be A Writer?

This is pure wisdom and truth!

So You Want to Be a Writer
By Charles Bukowski

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.