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June 21, 2005 I have no problems. I need no problems. I want no problems. Problems are what other people have, not Thomas Keyes. Things are looking just fine for me. Everything’s coming up roses. If things go as I plan, starting the first of August, I’ll be back in Brazil for another 6 months of that paradisical weather on the banks of the Amazon. What could be happier and more joyous than 6 more months of imperishable summer? What could be finer than a half year of good nights of sleep and food in my mouth, a place to bathe and a place to read and to write, bus rides through the Brazilian plains, and maybe another voyage up the Amazon. I have no aches and pains. I need no aches and pains. I want no aches and pains. Every day I wonder how it is that I can feel so great. Nothing hurts. Nothing is broken. Nothing is sore. Everything is in fine fettle. I look in the mirror, and I’m pleased as can be. I like the way I look. Whether anyone else does is of no concern to me. I am proud that I am slim and supple and erect. And I feel good, good, good. I love to sleep and I love to be awake. I love my pastimes. I love writing the books that I write and singing the songs that I sing. Of course, I understand that all that can change in an instant. I would have only to get hit by a car and put in a wheelchair, and suddenly things would be entirely different, but so far I’m all of a piece, ambulatory, vivacious and vigorous. If some misfortune should befall me, there’s no one who would care for me, so I have to be very careful to make sure I don’t get hit by any cars or have any other mishaps of the kind. So, of late, I’ve been very cautious and circumspect in avoiding any kind of situation that would put me at risk. The only sad note is that not everyone shares my freedom and joy. I regret that there remain those who toil and suffer, who are handicapped or deformed, who are burdened and weary, who endure want and privation. I wish I could reach out and alleviate their sorrows, but unfortunately there’s little I can do. I can barely take care of myself, let alone provide for others, especially for the great numbers of others who need to be helped. Of course, my sadness, in itself, helps no one. The wretched and poor need more than sympathy, but I have nothing to give that will do any lasting good. All I can do is resign myself to the nature of things and continue with my own life. Oh, sometimes I wish it could last forever! I wish I could come back in 1000 years and see Thomas Keyes sitting in the same place and doing the same thing, as merry and happy as can be. But since it won’t happen that way, I’m prepared for the inevitable end. It would be beautiful if the end were a new beginning, but it’s just not in the stars or the cards that way. So, come the day, just lay me away. I’m still ahead of the game. Better to have lived and died, than never to have lived at all. ------------ About the author Thomas Keyes: I have written two books: A SOJOURN IN ASIA (non-fiction) and A TALE OF UNG (fiction), neither published so far. I have studied languages for years and traveled extensively on five continents. Email: udikeyes@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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