Of my life with Parkison’s disease. Good morning I hope the day has found you well. I’m writing from the porch today, I woke in startle this morning wondering where my life went. Then I realized I was in it, this body screams at me eachday with voice louder than my own. I begin to question the behavior of my actions wondering if I truly have any idea of what I’m doing. I do know I want to paint and write. I want to surround myself with positive people who are looking to free themselves of negative thoughts and energy. To surround myself with people who wake wondering how beautiful the day is going to be. Not those who wake in peril day after day. When we live in peril we never move forward, one spends every waking moment, doubting something in their life. Feelings of doom and deciet.. wondering who,what and why them or what’s next. I can’t do that anymore, I will not live in that cycle of broken, failures.
Every one of my failures is a flag to fact that I’ve never stopped trying to live a good life. To be a better person eachday. Yes I’ve failed many,many times for many many years. Those failings also equate to many beautiful memories. Day 3286 posted
Time to post the sad rambling of my life. Someday I’ll be free from these binds I can’t share as you stare and wonder what I’ve done next…. I tried..