The Gentlemen’s Curb
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At one point in my life, the writing was a conduit to release my thoughts. I found comfort in expressing thoughts between margins of the looseleaf paper. I have countless composition notebooks and random pieces of paper with my thoughts. These books were a safe haven for me. In my times of happiness, in my times of sorrow, in my times of triumph, the words provided a platform for me to stay sane. With the hustle of life, we sometimes forget what brings us peace. Don’t forget to make time for yourself. Your peace is absolutely priceless. Now more than ever I need to recall what brings me peace. The tools that I have been given to bring me peace because dark days are approaching.
Last year on November 14th, my place of worship was burned in a bad fire. The fire happened when someone that was trying to do repairs to the building. I was depressed. I saw the bottom of many liquor bottles. I used vodka to wash away my grief. To be honest, it only helped me temporarily. The liquor drowned my demons, but after my hangover, the demons were stronger than ever. I was thoroughly invested in my place of worship. I would try to be the first one there at all times. My fears were expressed there. My dreams were expressed though. I experienced tragedy there. There were countless highs and lows all from that building. I worshipped at that building, I have serviced at that building since I was twelve years old. The entire ordeal was heartbreaking. I thought to myself “Am I wicked?” “What am I doing wrong in my life?” “Was this ordeal my fault? What if I could have prevented it?”I saw my building burn. It’s a memory that haunts me until this day. The day is definitely approaching, I am not sure if I can face that.
My grandfather a man I knew all of my life is gone. I can’t even get my thoughts together to write this. But, one of the men that I genuinely admire is no longer on the side of the living. This man’s words echo. All of the Sundays that we shared together. The countless lessons, the jokes, I miss this man’s laughter above all. I miss him saying that he has to fight until the very end. Sav (as we called him) was extremely intelligent and found humor and made life enjoyable. I miss him immensely. The blessing is that I was able to speak to him before he slept eternally. I know that it sounds selfish, but it gave me some sort of peace. But, his birthday is November 4th…This is why November is such a rough month for me.
Where The Is Life There Is Hope
As the days approach, I am mentally preparing myself for the days to come. How do you deal with coping? How do you learn to live with pain? I need some help. Actually, writing this is helping me a lot. But I would love your feedback. Please email me firstname.lastname@example.org. This isn’t my usual commentary on the site, but I have to get some things off of my chest. I am doing the best I can to cope. I am doing my best to keep living. Thanks for reading about my issues and the things that I am dealing with. Until the next time, It’s the Gentlemen’s Curb a lifestyle blog where fashion meets fitness in a BIG way.