The Sun In My Eyes

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The sun in my eyes means another chance, another day of trials and sentencing in the court of life. The vestiges of yesterday’s mistakes fade under the glow of life giving rays, warm and comforting. We strive to face the challenge with a strong sense of duty, a commitment to purpose. Ever searching for the balance of need and want, mindful of what truly matters to the value of life.

Time is short, decisions must be made, lest we leave with loyalties unanswered, friendships weak. Sacrifices to those who need us most, no thought of repayment or feelings of indifference. Should we think to the legacy of our lives, concerned with the light of history shining on our deeds? Or should we relinquish the effort of control and allow our feelings to guide our daily decisions.

Are we wise enough to know what path to choose, or are we destined to feel the sting of failure again. Have we learned the lessons well, or are there many more to come. Difficult is the way, shadows of doubt and fears of being lost in darkness still fresh and sharp clouding the way. No way to know for certain.

Such are the thoughts of a simple man, a man burdened with the memories of a jaded past. Trying with remaining time to make amends, hoping to find the inner peace of a soul at rest. The scars on my heart remind me that pain subsides, wounds heal, but never shall I forget where I’ve been. The value of a person comes not from the way they live, but how they live with what has happened.


21 thoughts on “The Sun In My Eyes

  1. I needed this today.. The rain and I guess the ranging changes in temperature recently, affected my sinuses, leaving me with a migraine yesterday and last night. My dad falling recently probably contributed to the headache out of worry and helplessness on my part.. I woke up this morning, here in Pa. 28hrs after loading.. Needless to say, I’m finishing my reset here rather than Bangor, where I want to be.. So yep, I was feeling a bit sorry for myself.. Then I took Stewie out for play this time because my migraine is gone, just the weird head numbness after one remains.. Watching him play and being full of heart as he brought his eek eek toy back every time, I regretted the time he’s missed playing yesterday.. It was raining then and this morning and I just didn’t feel up to it..
    Well, we got back in the truck a bit ago and I read this post.. And kicked myself back into being the person I strive to be..
    I know you reach people deeply in many of your posts.. Today, it was my turn to be reached 😊

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      1. That’s why it resonates with people.. It’s real, so it feels real to the reader..
        Fiction, even really good fiction, most times lacks the connect factor to the reader..

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  2. The Measure of a Man post ?
    It wasn’t one of my favorite posts.. I’m not sure why but it doesn’t grab me like other posts you have written.. But this one really did..

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  3. Love the photo and the way you started your post. And then the end. You said something similar to me in a comment recently “the value of a person comes not from the way they live, but how they live with what has happened.” And it really stayed with me. Such eloquent words here, so heartfelt and true. You are on the right path Weird Guy, have no doubt. Beautiful post.

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  4. Hey you big Weirdo!!! I have been trying to find you on Facebook but can’t seem to find you. Can you please give me a link or an email address?? Cheers and give Vinnie big hugs and kisses from me 😘😘😘😘

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  5. I absolutely love this blog post. It is raw, it is honest, it is liberating for you. It means you are facing your #truth 😀 And that, my friend, means you are “letting go!!” Letting go of the past, letting go of the mistakes, the hurt, the disappointments, the pain and the people that let you down. That takes courage!! It is all part of the journey, your journey. 😘

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  6. I have 8 tattoos. The ones on my forearms are very noticeable. I am 42 and got my first one when I was 22. I don’t regret any of them. Over time, I have come to realize, that my tattoos document my journey and in some ways, is an effort to hide the real tattoos. 😁😉

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