Over the Victoria Mills waterfall, the spray awakens my senses<\/p>\n
Standing here over this precipice with a river of emotion exposed beneath me<\/p>\n
WTF, I\u2019m lost, gazing, and just content to stand and think<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t want to \u201cget into it\u201d yet the falls splash up and I hear<\/p>\n
Those questions of aging\u2026<\/p>\n
Are those the cold hands of reality tightening their steely grip around my neck?<\/p>\n
I believe real courage is to stay focused and finish each day\u2019s tasks with a kick<\/p>\n
Without reserve and without resignation – to do the best you can do at all times.<\/p>\n
My shoulders slouch forward and I stare into the current, defying any time to pass<\/p>\n
Isn\u2019t it fitting that the world spins counterclockwise?<\/p>\n
Man keeps pace by counting minutes, marking days.<\/p>\n
One man, one life, reflected against the earth\u2019s revolution.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So, gazing at the water I must ask whether I am drifting away with the current<\/p>\n
or have I long ago sunk and haven\u2019t noticed that I have been sucked below the surface<\/p>\n
and now lay slowly decomposing on the riverbed of limestone and muck<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And I feel that cold hand closing around my neck.<\/p>\n
Is any of this real? Am I all here? Or do I just occupy this space?<\/p>\n
Every now and then I see that there\u2019s traces of life.<\/p>\n
Water splashes up and the drizzle again awakens me, and I refocus<\/p>\n
On echos of my thoughts, spoken straight to me,<\/p>\n
something about not giving up on your dreams<\/p>\n
for something inside is about to die too\u2026<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So, this will be the day; this is the year.<\/p>\n
Starting now; going forward.<\/p>\n
Like past oaths that ring hollow before they even escape my mouth<\/p>\n
But it is whatever gets you through to the other side\u2026<\/p>\n
And every day I have been left to think of the possibilities of the promises broken<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a sinking feel that is found in the deepest pit of my stomach<\/p>\n
That reaches up and takes hold to swallow my senses and leave me numb<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I simply want to live again; to feel my life, feel my breaths<\/p>\n
feel the aches and pains, the draws of my breath<\/p>\n
every fiber of my being<\/p>\n
I want to feel the space I occupy and all the space that surrounds me<\/p>\n
in this overbearing world filled with anxious uncertainties<\/p>\n
This large, unfathomable, hungry world in which I am but one being,<\/p>\n
at this moment, searching the emptiness in the middle of nowhere,<\/p>\n
not certain which direction I\u2019m heading or how to choose<\/p>\n
But scrapping, crawling from day to day to make something of my existence<\/p>\n
and, perhaps, to stand again and step forward<\/p>\n
with a purposeful stride and with somewhere to go.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
– Chris George\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n 2015\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Over the Victoria Mills waterfall, the spray awakens my senses Standing here over this precipice with a river of emotion exposed beneath me WTF, I\u2019m lost, gazing, and just content to stand and think I don\u2019t want to \u201cget into it\u201d yet the falls splash up and I hear Those questions of aging\u2026 Are those…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[80],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10994"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10994"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10994\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10996,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10994\/revisions\/10996"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10994"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10994"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bygeorgejournal.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10994"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}