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WHAT MATTERS ?

What matters?

My religion or that I subscribe to something greater than me?

How many times I pray or that I try to live a good and morally upright life?

Where I worship, or that I see God in all men (women)?

My creed or my positive influence ?

What matters?

My college degree or my skills ?

Who I call friend or the fact that I have friends?

Who I look up to or the kind of life the person lives?

How much I earn or the fact that my family does not lack?

What matters?

That I have a house or that I have a home?

That I have a wife or that I love my wife?

That I have a lot of children or that I provide for all my children?

That I have a family or that I am building a legacy?

What matters?

That I convey my message in writing or that I get my message heard (read)?

That I write long essays or that people read my posts to the end?

That I think in poetry or that I make my life a poem?

That I exist or that I impact my community?

What matters?

That I am black or that I am a human being?

That I am a woman or that I give birth to children?

That I am young or that I have the necessary skills?

That I am grey haired or that I speak wisdom?

What in this world really matters?

A Journey without a compass

To conclude my week of random ,spontaneous and personally reflective posts.  I was greatly inspired by this from an anonymous father to his 21 year old daughter finding her way in life.

There Is No Map To The Journey Of Life.

There is no book to the journey of life, and the road you are destined be mother or wife, will seem at times to have bedrock of fear but never forget sweat pea, I am always near.

Watch for the souls who like trees root in soil, for fear that their heart is the thing they will spoil. Don’t let them lead you to alleys of dark, where you’ll be forced to protect your light and your heart.

Some live as victors and challenge the past, some never get there and live as a cast. I know of life that the road is not clear, but you have your dad Claire, I am always here.

There is no map to the journey of life, so live to be whole, not just girlfriend or wife. Souls like ours need pasture and plane, and your soul, my love, will be restless, again and again.

As you journey ahead your spirit will speak, it is for home you are heading, it is home that you seek. Where that is only you can find, let your heart lead the way and just follow behind.

While I am out here ahead in some way, I hope the signs I write, you’ll find on your way. Read them and do what you will, at the end of the day it’s your heart to fulfill.

If there was a book to the journey of life, yours would be bound with the pain of my strife. It would heal and protect and ease your pain, and help you find your feet again.

The words would be written with the depth of my love and never forget I am with you, be it on earth or above.

Dad xx