The Thinking Viking is newly appreciated, and disrespected. I’m powerful, but cautious. I stand silent -speaking only to a select few – on certain issues, because to tell the truth out loud would hurt me – the time is not right. I’m angry, but understanding. It is like I have a drunken deranged monkey in my front yard who quotes Shakespeare while throwing poo at my neighbors. I am confused, but at the same time so certain that it could be graven in stone. Those who love me, misunderstand me, those I love, I am baffled by. I have had to ask for help in ways I never expected, and have given aid to those who will never realize how much that aid has cost me. I miss my parents – both dead too young, but I am appreciating the lessons and skills I have learned because they were not here to prop me up. I am rambling, but I have a goal.
I will continue the fight for reason, truth and humanity so long as I draw breath. I will not let the trials of the day grind me down to dirt. Tomorrow will dawn, as it will for as long as the light that glows in the dark recesses of my mind still shines.
That damn monkey is back. Time to give it a banana and find out who the star of the play is. “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark”.
Think about it.
MJ
The Thinking Viking 