He had that cocky hood smirk as we circled each other on the prison yard. Why we were fighting was irrelevant. What mattered was that this was a public spectacle. Every man to the last in the crowd surrounding us had picked a side and howled for blood. This is because what had begun as a personal beef had become part of a larger war.
I've made it a goal to stay alive & thrive despite everyone around me who wanted me to be be dead, in prison, in some institution or homeless on the street. I've done the complete opposite of those things & intend to continue to do so for as long as I can, devouring life as I do it.
Well said. I was born in 1960 and our uncoddled upbringing was the norm. I particularly like your association of this struggle to being happy--how can one know or value happiness without a challenge to attain it?
I've made it a goal to stay alive & thrive despite everyone around me who wanted me to be be dead, in prison, in some institution or homeless on the street. I've done the complete opposite of those things & intend to continue to do so for as long as I can, devouring life as I do it.
Well said. I was born in 1960 and our uncoddled upbringing was the norm. I particularly like your association of this struggle to being happy--how can one know or value happiness without a challenge to attain it?
Wise words, thanks. And hell prepositions ;-)
What a great read for an individual resonating life from a subjective point of view. Thanks @Gina Nelson