Kate Bush
Forgiveness Journey

Red pen scribble

I decided before I even went to sleep what I would write this morning. Though I have listened to the song a hundred times, it struck a chord. "I never thought I could fail".

Don’t Give Up \ Peter Gabriel

In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail
No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I’ve changed my name, I’ve changed my face
But no one wants you when you lose
Don’t give up
‘Cause you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not beaten yet
Don’t give up
I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we’d be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground
Don’t give up
You still have us
Don’t give up
We don’t need much of anything
Don’t give up
‘Cause…

6:17 a.m. 9/18/2018

Birthdays. Sometimes they creep up on you. This one didn’t creep. It crawled. A lot happened in my 47th year. Tomorrow I officially enter my late 40s. I like the numbers around it 9/19/2018. I especially like the numbers for next year, 9/19/2019.

I woke up this morning with a feeling I forgot something. And then I looked at my bedside and found the note scribbled in a red pen about six hours ago, “Don’t Give Up, first line, 10 minutes.”

I decided before I even went to sleep what I would write this morning. Though I have listened to the song a hundred times, it struck a chord. “I never thought I could fail”.

In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

What a blessing and a curse: An endless cup of confidence that could cure any woe, mixed with the naivety that failure is not an option, landing me in the same place again and again, until one day I wake up and realize that while I never thought I could fail, I have, I did, I can and I will. And to forgive myself for it.

6:27 a.m.

Kate Bush
The picture was taken inside the restroom at Crispy Bird in Indianapolis

 

 

 

 

3 comments on “Red pen scribble

  1. KC,

    Not to roust the spirit of George Carlin (Or maybe I want to?), but I would like to wish you a pre-birthday . . birthday wish, if you will.
    And yes to failing, and in so doing, finding all those things we’re supposed to be so afraid of. It’s when we come to realize they ain’t so big and bad after all.

    To never giving up.

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