HOW THE BRIDGE WORKS
BY WALTER THOMAS
I try to understand why the simple things affect us so badly, prison walls don’t make the matter better at all. I’ve noticed when I focus on self-growth (and be completely selfish), my cares float away, my wants evaporate, my needs are less, and my overall balance is similar to a well-structured bridge. I may seem to sway back and forth, but my foundation holds me tight like a newborn’s grip on a finger. This power is unmatched at the moment. The canteen messed my order up. The guy serving the food in the chow line threw my bread instead of placing it. My unit officer searched my cell and took my favorite pencil. Now, even though these are small bumps in my day, right now, I’m mad at the world. Saying to myself how stupid everything and everybody is. I hit the yard to blow off some steam. And once the year is over, I don’t even recall why I let my day become uprooted. So I ask myself: Are you ok? What’s the issue? How can I help? Eureka, I’m home. I make mistakes. I’m not perfect. I’m emotional.
This my foundation.
Growth is daily.
Life is not to be predicted.
The Bridge is to withstand
the weather no matter
the Elements.
This is how my bridge works. | WT