Cold Little Heart -Michael Kiwanuka
Acrid as truth.
One. Humbly, I am the whole I am, happy with what I have become, glad I know my shit …….. all because I was unmistakably an asshole the previous days of my life.
But, without him, I am impossible. The then he, inspired the ‘me’ this day.
Two. I know few things a little bit off of the blur now because once, ………. once I had been the whale of ignorant waste. Waste easily pilling up. Stale. Disgusted. Disgraceful. Waste easy to get rid off and easy to not notice.
Three. Aristotle was right. Today, I am convinced, I know one thing clearer as ever, that I do not know anything. And I won’t ever know, everything. I am learning to polish and polishing to learn in every step of the way (via stories or experiences, via books or the social media outlets, et cetera). That’s the truth.
But not very long ago, I was mistaken — having had conceived an ash munching attitude that I knew every fucking thing in life, with life, and about life. I was misled, misinformed. Mistaken.
One. I know, I am just a stardust like yourself — bouncing occasionally, running, rambling here and there; trying to find my way home.
Two. Most genuinely, neither my past defined me, nor it defines you– today, this moment, here, what I do now, what you do this fleeting second, is all that matters.
Three. Temporaries bequeath lessons for a lifetime.