Thanks L Lee . . . a selfless way to open a discussion
I've walked the road too . . . but there's not much new in the details. The dark room only seems to have one door when you're in it.
I found this piece of lyric today . . . it put a slightly different perspective on things. Forgetting the lost battles and remembering the hard fought victories it took to get here . . . that is the real measure of who we are. We are formidable.
I found encouraging so here 'tis . . .
WHAT YOU DO WITH WHAT YOU'VE GOT (Si Kahn)
It's not what you're born with . . . It's what you choose to bear
It's not how big your share is . . . It's how much you can share
It's not the fights you dreamed of . . . It's those you really fought
It's not what you're given . . . It's what you do with what you've got
You must know someone like him - tall and strong and lean
Body like a greyhound and a mind so dark and keen
His heart just like a laurel grew twisted round itself
Till almost everything he did brought pain to someone else
What's the use of two good legs . . . if you only run away?
What's the use of the finest voice . . . if you've nothing good to say?
What good is strength and muscle . . . if you only push and shove?
And what's the use of two good ears . . . if you can't hear those you love?
Between those who use their neighbours . . . and those who use a cane
Between those in constant power . . . and those in constant pain
Between those who run to glory . . . and those who cannot run
Tell me which ones are the cripples . . . and which ones touch the sun?