it is a warm afternoon
the dog days of August
dry
dusty
smoke in the air from fires
I am sitting here alone
thinking
always a dangerous thing
here I am
60 something
you would think I would have it all figured out by now
this whole
life thing
but it seems the longer I live
the less I know
the less effective I am
right now I am feeling pretty much alone
Oh there is God
I know that....
God's pretty cool that way
But other than that?
not so much
How does one live this long
and have almost no one who really gives a shit....
about you?
I know people respect what I can do
At least I hope they do....
but I have this deep down feeling
that while people like what I can do, they don't really like me
Yes, I know, it is pathetic to be saying something like this outloud
but sometimes we just have to say what we feel
and what I feel is alone
and so on this August afternoon
I will mow my lawn
and wish that I felt like i was the most important person
to one person, just one
in this world
blessings my friends
treasure the people in your lives
who love you
and show it
Steve, i know the feeling. I want you to know that people, like myself, care about you. Not because you're a good, thought provoking pastor, brilliant, or a renaissance man of many talents, which is all true. We care because you do. You seek to help others be their best, to make the world better, one person at a time. I know this compliment may, by nature, bounce off your intellectual shell, but I hope your heart hears the ricochet.
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