An Inspiration

 

(Meme credit: ‘Layla Laurent’)

It took me 60 or so years to meet “me“. A heavy burden of loneliness, sorrows, guilts and confusion was lifted from my soul that day.

I am of the belief that for many a year I had apprehensions of discovering who really existed within this shell labeled “Dann”. Subliminally I avoided discovering who others knew me as.

I finally had the revelation that necessity calles for me to let ‘it‘ happen. ‘It‘ being not just societal life, but “existence” in all definitions of the word.

Most of my life I lived life looking from the outside looking in.

I was ‘Sheeple’. Following the masses. Trusting the system. Following the revolving path of the naive.

Even though I knew not what the system’s goals were to demand of me, I, with head held low, became one of the generic unknowns.

I severed the puppeteer’s strings.

The puppet was now free to think solitary thoughts.

Now, I “live” life from the in side looking out.

I flipped the script so to speak.

Now the clarity of what I witness is as crystal clear as clear can be.

Reality slapped me with enough force to awaken all my mind had sedated.

At 67 years old that peace and “knowing” that I pined for all my life was now standing in the doorway of my future.

Experiencing a life, such as mine, is something that can only be understoood by those who live it.

Unfortunately. You will not find a description of such in any book. Nor can it be verbally described.

I do not use the term “survivor” – that term insinuates the power was in the hands of a mighty foe.

“How does one survive a neverending affliction?”

To ‘survive‘ defines the battle has been lost. Even though the battle continues.

I am a “warrior” – My battle rages on.

The cancer awaits patiently for my body to somehow weaken and allow it to sneak in and attempt a coup.

Even in remission I offer no submission.

Vehemently, I refuse to admit to or fall prey to defeat.

I tore the power from the tight grip of my assailant.

My determination leveled the playing field.

Not evenly though.

My inherent Irish stubbornness allows for a superior ability to pick myself up,  dust off the residue of negativity and resolve conflicts with mind over matters.

I pay no mind to what the opponent declares to matter.

They say that the truth will set you free. They say it, but they lie as their words tumble recklessly from their mouths.

The traumas and tragedies of living life metamorphosed me into becoming the “Original Urban Viking”.

A true Urban Viking Warrior in every which way imaginable.

My battles were sour and my victories sweet. Giving me strength not making me meek.

At first I feared the fear of fearing.

Fearing the possibility that my mind was deluded by egoistic false hope.

Days past and life strode forward. Anxiety dissipated. Logical interpretation of facts became a clarity of truths.

Truth alone cannot set one free as humanity is based on the lies of you and of me.

What one may believe is truth another may believe to be malicious lies and uncouth.

I will never be able to “survive” as society defines. I am not weak enough to be a survivor.

I will always and forever battle what I feel to be an injustice.

I shall reject confrontational opponents.

For each glance I steal in the mirror of my life, I shall smile and take pride in my being a “real” me.

The Last Canadian Cosmonaut.

The Original Urban Viking.