Perseverance

I'd have to say that the worst thing I hear all night long is something from the person who has settled, "Life is what it is, and a lot of people..., and a lot of others...," etc, so they then just accept "that" (whatever "that" may be) as truth.  And then I look at Tyson--my bundle of wisdom rolled up into a fawn colored Boxer. Tyson was left for dead. He was emaciated to the point wherein his skin started sucking between the bones of his rib cage. He was all set for tragedy when something happened.  He was found.  And I wouldn't call it a second chance at life, at least not in his case.  For Tyson, life is about survival.  Consequently, survival is the only option for life.  And so he did.  What makes survival unique for critters is how we humans interfere.  Positively or negatively, we affect them.  It's our doing, because we seem to hold some grandiose key of life or death unto anything existing, even when it comes to fellow human beings.  The rest of the planet just gets to go along with it.

Why are so many people unwilling to fight and struggle like Tyson?  Why are so many unwilling to starve and tread and trudge?  Life is hard. Life can be very, very angry. And still! life is beautiful.

Tyson is my hero. I love that boy so much. He's filled with wisdom and guidance if you just open your head to the idea than you can learn real truths from a canine- founded on experience and heartache. I get that dogs and cats aren't as filled with thought processing abilities like you and I.  I'm not daft.  But what I am choosing is to listen to the variances of life, that like the breeze which blows is right in front of me--and you, too, can only really be seen when you stop, listen, maybe close your eyes to feel it. Truth doesn't need to come to me from a webpage, the television or a newspaper. Truth, though obscure, can be attained by simple measures and transcends the bounds of humanity.  Measures that make you in charge of interviewing the process of your own life, rather than someone else gauging the vivacity for you is about being in control.   You wouldn't let someone monitor your joy for you, would you?  You'd like as much joy as possible, right?  But some people do and ever so willingly allow the misgivings and mal-intent of others determine the magnitude of their own joy.

I'll not settle.  I'll not give in.  I'll not lie down and take it like those that do.  Like Tyson, I'm in this for the long run.  And the next person who tells me that life is so, so bad and that they're just going to accept it---I'll nod my head, and give them another beer, and feel sorry for all the joy they are missing.  I get to see my Tyson but once a week and that's 6 days of joy anticipating every moment I'll get with him. Then another six reveling in it, until the next. It's a Joyous cycle:)

And when people mistake Tyson for my blind son, I am just going to let them believe it here out, because when they hear it is a dog, not a kid, they stop believing in the message of hope that my stories about Tyson provide.  Tyson is my "blind son," and one day, he'll be someone else's blind son, giving them the exceeding joy he already brings to me.