“The Good Fight”

My grandfather was one of the most kind, generous, and open-heartened male human beings I have ever witnessed.

He was always there to lend gentle but powerful guidance and nourished so many budding and struggling creatives.

But, he became jaded from the harshness in the world and lack of others’ reciprocation – so much so that by the time I began to grow, he’d closed himself off from me, his own daughter’s progeny.

I cannot tell you how it felt to be of the same cloth – but always cut off, left outside in the cold and the rain of bitterness the rest of society claimed, while my grandfather lamented an “end to love,” blinded from seeing his reflection in my eyes.

I can’t give up like he did. I cannot allow myself to close off to others and deny them hope’s reinvention.

No matter how it hurts and that I’m disallowed to have attachment to outcome or expectations, I must continue to extend my heart and helping hands.