The Devil Is In The Details

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The devil is in the details; at least that’s what they always say to me.  We’re always fighting back, against the grain. Do they know what they’re doing to us? Pressure like this can kill you.  Yes, there’s the off the chance you’ll become a diamond, though the odds are never in your favor. But you have to keep fighting. No one is contented when you surrender.  It is never going to get any easier. They will never believe in you. This is our lot in life. This is what we have to look forward to for the rest of this life. We weren’t born kings or any sort of nobility. We are who we are.  Within that truth, we must find a way to emerge and triumph.

I spend my days walking the land searching for something which may not exist in the first place. I watch the people going about their lives around me. I see the joy in their faces. It reflects from the life they have found for themselves. Mothers pushing children on an afternoon walk.

Is it jealousy brooding within me? I yearn for a simple domestic life. I would like to quit this life on the road. I have lived the gypsy life for too many years. I find myself questioning my own desires. Will I tire of being in one spot too long? The answers to my search do not seem to be available. Life is something to be lived in order to even find those answers. This is just as frustrating as the search in the first place.

I leave those pretty people to their lives. It is out of respect for what they have found. It is a great thing for them. I will keep on searching for my own treasure.

I mean, do I want to complicate my life? Do I want to spend the majority of my life having someone else dependent on me and my abilities? That is a scary thought. Why would I do that to someone? I am not known to be the kindest person in the world, but damn. That borders on cruel and unusual punishment. I am who I am. I’m not proud of that, but it is a fact that I’m coming to terms with. All I’m saying is that it would be better if I stayed away from the rest of the human race. I’m better alone. People seem to be happier when they are away from me. I’m not happy that I’m a pariah. It isn’t simple aesthetics. A shave and a haircut will not alter this equation. A shower and fancy cologne will not make people want to gravitate in my direction. It is how it is and let us embrace it before someone gets their feelings hurt.

Exhale. You get yourself so worked up these days. Is it worth it? C’mon, get out of that bed. We have to get moving. There’s a world out there that hasn’t taken time to notice we haven’t joined in yet. We need to put it on a notice of our own. Take your time, let’s do things right. That’s it, two feet on the ground. Baby steps will lead us to where we need to be. We can do this. Slip your glasses on. Chug some of that water. Let’s get some more of that water.  Let’s go get some coffee into you; black. We don’t have time to waste on that fancy crap. We need to get ready to face the sun that’s been burning for several hours already. We’re going to make it, just you wait and see. They won’t know what hit them.

This will be a great day. Pick out your best outfit. The one that makes you feel the best, the most confident. Then we’re going to scrub away the past. You’ll come out of the shower fresh and new. Visualize being the greatest version of yourself. Make sure you see it first, so you’ll believe it. See what it is that will leave them speechless. This is our chance. This is our time. Let’s just add the finishing touches now.

Pull on those boots. Slip on those sunglasses, with one final glance through the vanity.  Will today be the day?

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26 thoughts on “The Devil Is In The Details

      1. Sad to say I am in complete agreement. Except to go to the high country!! I’ll jump through fire to go up in the mountains. I think I’ve always had an affection for solitude.

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  1. I enjoyed this almost stream-of-consciousness type writing you’ve done. Sometimes it feels like we don’t fit in but all you can do is do your best each day and take each day one day at a time. If you look back to where you started, you’ll always see you’ve come farther then you thought interestingly enough. And things work out when they do. Responsibility comes about when you’re able to handle it. I don’t know if this piece is old or new but it’s written very well. Very evocative.

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    1. Thank you. This was written in a whirl with little to no editing. I always meant to go back to add to it, but never did. It was forgotten about for awhile. I recently found it and decided that I liked it enough to share. I’m surprised by the reaction, but I’m glad I posted it.

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  2. This is a great piece Capt. The voice sounds very real, very convincing on that line between self-loathing and self-motivation that is going on. Nicely done. Glad you shared with us!

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      1. Perhaps that why it resonated in such a way. Though right now I think my voices are having a fist fight up there! Whew. Someone needs to call a truce already. Well done sir!

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      2. It would probably be less ridiculous than these conversations between the Head & Heart. Though possibly could work in the other direction…oy.

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  3. You right from the ‘earthy’ masculine. From passion and ‘self doubt’ some loathing of ‘self.’ This is pure energy you are transmitting. I wish I had your confidence. Look after your woman. May she j’adore your scent.

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    1. Thank you, Tiffany! My confidence comes from finding the perfect moment I’m supposed to be in. I’m no longer trying to be something I’m not. This is it. I’m just trying to be the best me I can be.

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