Through You

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Was listening to an interview with famed comedian Artie Lang.  Dude's been on a journey.  Sometimes so dark that life itself wanted to run from him.  But through whatever energy was left in his drug torn chapters he's reappeared in society as a brilliant new step.  Say what you will.  Point whatever finger you need to.  Weigh out the odds of what normally happens during times like this.  I mean history has this way of biting each of us,  We all have storms.  Some much larger than others.  Some days those jagged little lightning bolts hit the things around us.  We change or vow to.  We build to rip apart.  We find new friends and careers.  Then one day you take a look back at the walk and no matter how hard you try you can't remember how it was you survived.  You must have!  You're presently in your now. I write everyday not to right anything.  It's not to live in the past.  I write to keep record of everything we agreed to,  what I'm accountable for.  During those days of doubt what spun you around?  Most can't answer that.  They just knew the sun suddenly became visible during a gentle walk through a very raining page.  I've never understood why walkers and talkers, wanderers and discoverers never pick up a writing instrument.  To keep records.  To make actual measurements of personal growth.  To not guilt trip your present self but to remind that mind body and soul you carry that you've got the experience to clear the debris and not throw it onto your back.  Yeah I know.  You don't write because of a fear of others locating your paragraphs and sentences.  And if they did?  Are those who would read already asking questions?  Point to the book.  Whatever you need to know.  It's in the daily writing.  It totally takes the pressure off your path.  It's on the pages.  You were brought to this moment of now to be a leader.  That requires learning, going through methods of question and broken hearted Country love songs.  How did you get here?  This day.  Right now.  Will your answer be that of assumption?