I am advanced in years but living many years does not make me either wise or mature does not make me advanced as a person, as a man.
I have known some old fools and in some ways (I hate to say it) sometimes I am one.
I would rather escape (and I can think of so many ways to do so) than to live in pain (my own or someone else’s) but that is what life is. Yes, it is true:
Life IS difficult.
Accepting that is one of the hardest things to do. But it is what real maturity is. Being down from hurt, pain, and wounds and just standing up and walking anyway.
I see bumper stickers and signs that say: “Wounded warrior” The people who I know who are the walking wounded are the beautiful people. They carry their pain with a crooked, sad smile as if to say: "Yes, life is a *****, but here I am walking through it. Not so much getting over it as getting through it. And Baby, here I am, I am getting through it. I’m still standing. I might be limping, but by God, I’m walking. I’m walking into today and tomorrow. And that’s something."
I’ve heard it said: “Faith is simply to trust the real and to trust that God is found within it.” When I have this kind of faith I’m being mature. I’d rather be advanced in that way than to simply be advanced in years.
I'm not sure this is a poem. But I woke up way too early this morning after a dream and I knew I had to write something. No rhymes, no meter... just me before dawn this Sunday morning. Thanks for reading.