The Glass Bridge
Well, this is the first article I am writing for my blog. Though this is not the beginning of my story, one does have to start somewhere.
I never thought I would be writing a Blog, but it seems like a good cathartic thing to do. I have been trying to write friends every Sunday, making that my writing day, but I thought I should probably just make a Blog as well. I was never one for Facebook, the few times I actively tried to use it, it seemed to always go horribly wrong. So I decided to make my own semi Facebook and create my own site. This way I can post my thoughts, and I can post any pictures that I take along the way.
First I suppose I should explain what the journey along the glass bridge is. It is a bit how my life feels for the last 10 months. Before my drastic change, which I will have covered in a previous post that has yet to be written, my life was fairly stable. I didn’t have much money to spare and was always moving from one project to another to try and make enough money to make a better life. It wasn’t very exciting but it was a stable life that I was okay with. I had my father, who I loved very much, and we both looked after my mother, who I also loved very much. I didn’t have a girlfriend, as I didn’t have the energy for one anymore, and had not had much luck in the past. (Never mind that I couldn’t afford to go out on a date much.)
I say that I didn’t have enough money, but I suppose that’s not exactly true. If I didn’t spend money on silly projects, or help friends, I probably could have had enough to live quite well, and actually put some savings aside. But I have never been very good with money, always too free with it (though rarely for myself). I have said many times in the past, that I’m very smart on some things, and dumb as dirt on others, and on money I am as dumb as dirt.
Well it looks like that was definitely a side ramble, as I started to explain what the glass Bridge was and then got lost. Well the glass Bridge was when I started my journey. With very little money, nowhere to live, and no idea what I was going to do with my life. I was lucky enough to have very good friends overseas and at home help me tremendously and kept me alive. I have been fighting towards some sort of future, though I don’t really know what it is yet. The glass bridge is the bridge that is going to take me to stability across the way. From my past life, to my future life. But the glass bridge is very unstable and very dangerous, and any misstep I have it will shatter and I will fall to my death. So I walk along the glass Bridge very carefully, my friends help me, and I fight past obstacles, and hope to hell the damn Bridge doesn’t break before I’m safe. That’s my glass Bridge.
I don’t want to sound down, negative, or depressing, as it is not like that. I also have a wonderful view of my life from this glass Bridge, as I can see through it into all my problems. This is a very rough time in my life, but it is also a wonderful opportunity for me to understand myself and my world again. To appreciate what I had and what I have. I miss my family terribly, but that’s my only regret. Everything else is a new adventure, and as long as the bridge stays upright, I will keep walking it. I think I can see better footing ahead, and maybe just on the other side of that mist is the land. So I will keep walking, and enjoy the view.
Thank you for listening to my ramble, even if nobody reads this it really doesn’t matter, I wrote it for myself. Love you all, david.
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