it’s a long road

by walterdoege

now or never…now and ever…living is a long road…as I am being older each day…I sense the challenge and the joy of living…the pain and the enjoyment…and what I notice is that the most difficult for me is the acceptance of finitude…somehow my writings are a struggle against death, a struggle against non sense…because writing is also a narrative process, and in this process I can sense myself…yourself…writing is the slow building and consolidation of identity…as a common man…as a writer…as a music and jazz player…as a person that is in the long road…it’s a long and widing road…the high way…the longing to life flow…sometimes like a hurricane…sometimes as a sweet summer breeze…always life…always love…how many loves make a life?…how many deaths make my life?…I don’t know…it’s a long and ever road…it’s a long and jazzy road…it’s a long and serendipitous road…I try everyday the reinvention of my life…love is my only viable crucible…I put in this crucible writing work my so deep woes and blues, and I listen a joyful song…a love whistle blowing…it’s a long and jazzy road…a road plenty of opportunities, of choices…I choose joy…friendship…art…life so short for such a long and amorous road…and art creates fiction…to support painful realities…without art what should be living?…living is not a collection of deaths…living is my daily opportunity to choose joy…freedom…peace…tendernes…regards…trust…beauty…friendship…reinvention of future…reinvention of the world…we are the world…people are the world…in the digital and global edge, finitude remains the same…love remains always as i can sense and try to write…these words…these bricks of my buitts…these melodies and harmonies of my writer work…it’s a long road, so long that art is longer than my life choices…now I can write, today I can write…tomorrow too, I wish…I am not counting deaths…I belong to life…it’s a long and lovely road…now and ever, no matter about finitude: it’s not my matter…my finitude is my opportunity to be myself…with yourself