The Cowboy Is Dead

There's something I'm really embarrassed about

So to squash its hold on me I'm going to yap about it

I'm having self esteem issues

Yep only I can go through brain surgery and come out with this 

I am full of gratitude that I am functioning pretty well

Even though I am limited on what I can do now I still am far ahead of others

So what do I do?

I'm having trouble with my appearance

How insignificant and pitiful is that?

I just don't get it

(so angry at you Elena)

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Some electrical equipment blew up at the hubby's job the other day

In the midst of chaos you always get to see someone's true colors

Later when we discussed this at home he looked disgusted

He said he was losing faith in humanity

This new breed of society

Where people hide behind their electronic devices

Where people are ready to point fingers rather than lend a hand

Where people would rather embrace anger, hatred, laziness, self pity, excuses...

Where the men are letting the women go to work for them while they stay at home

And after he (loudly) vented for 20 minutes he stopped mid sentence and said

'why aren't men MEN anymore'

So I quietly asked 

'ummmm...who are they then'

Following some colorful language which I refuse to repeat he summed it up with this

"John Wayne wouldn't act like that"

John Wayne

The epitome of a man's man

The man who wouldn't let anything keep him down

The man who could be dragging himself in the dirt with two broken legs and an arm

and still stop to save a puppy and baby on the side of the road

John Wayne would never whine

All I could say was

"the cowboy is dead" 

 

I understand him though

Society has changed

But instead of focusing on the things that we don't like

I suggested we narrow our sights and focus on the small things that matter

Because under all that crap there are still some pretty wonderful things 

Deep down hidden in the background lies the soul

They don't hang out in mainstream society

There is where you'll find hope, beauty, sincerity...

But while walking amongst the mainstream...you'll learn to wear the armor

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So I looked at myself in the mirror again and squinted the eye that still squints

I told myself that John Wayne wouldn't care what he looked like

Flat hair, bugs in teeth, layers of dust, and probably smelling like melted leather

He'd get himself back on the horse and keep riding

Not all cowboys are dead