I’m Not An Angel, But I’m Trying My Best To Be A Good Person

Categories Meditation

When asked, “How are you?”
I say, “I am trying to be good”

I am trying to find spiritual satisfaction
In the midst of the hopelessness, loneliness, and unhappiness

I am trying to encourage and to serve
When all around me are illnesses, pain and anguish

I am trying to work hard and improve myself
Amid the drudgery, labor and toil

I am trying to be gentle and loving in deed and in thought
In the middle of grudges, bitterness, and resentment

I am trying to deal with my failures and dissatisfaction,
And to seize opportunities that make me a better person
Amongst the hate, lies, blame and rumors

I am trying to self-reflect about my own imperfections
Despite being surrounded by crime, brutality and hooliganism

I am trying to show love to my neighbor in all that I do or say
And also prayerfully trying to find my inner peace
The conflicts, battles and wars notwithstanding

I am trying to prevent my self-esteem from becoming eroded
And to cultivate trust, chastity and happiness
Regardless of intensifying immorality, indecency and dishonesty

I am trying to show kindness and authenticity in all that I do
In the face of increasing insincerity, and lack of integrity

Above all, as I sail through this life, I am constantly trying
To remain steadfast, unwavering, and resolute,
And to blend in and hide in plain sight
Because my goal is to be the best person I can be
Not only to those that I care about; oh, that’s easy
But also to those who wish to see me hurt; oh, that’s hard

And that is the reason why, when asked, “How are you?”
I say, “I am trying to be good”.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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