When it comes to how people act, most of what I do not or will never come to understand arises from those things withheld. I use no force other than my effort to communicate as I try to know why someone does or does not. While I yearn to know why someone acts in a way that hurts me, I respect their right to dignity: their privacy of body, home, thoughts, feelings, and identity.
With rights I acknowledge the prospect of my never knowing.
The result from my biopsy came through and I am fine. Living two weeks with the prospect that I was not, brought me a little closer to those who struggle to retain hope in the face of serious illness. Even with this short and minor episode of my unease, the control I exerted over my concerns has left its mark. Rather than relief I continue to hold a part of me back. As I think more of this I realise how much of my art, music and words draw from those places of my self that I have tucked, so secretly, away.
I ponder on the first word of a poem: With Life, Love. I cannot think of life without with.
I complete an orchestral piece with the same title together with my thoughts.
William Shakespeare
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Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.