Junkyard Philosophers
Junkyard Philosophers
From whence came this yearning of my soul?
It’s only a question I ask every day of my life, fitting, I suppose, of one with dubious genetic structure and a mangled environmental beginning marked by too many turns and twists of emotional enigmas. Of course, my portal in the scheme of time must say volumes. Am I ‘matter’ that does not matter?
Who am I?
In thinking about the question, I’m an amalgam of insecurities and dreams. I love people but cherish my private times of aloneness and my writing for self-discovery plus self-therapy. I fail. I succeed. I get angry when the computer cannot keep up with the thoughts I’m typing, some words moving to paragraphs up the page from where they should be.
Who am I?
I’m a dreamer, too lost to a past of incredible joy and love, of business victories and defeats, of consuming despair, fears, and regrets, with the painfully stark acknowledgement that more sags and wrinkles visit my body and refuse to leave. I love people but love more being at home alone with my wife…writing watching a movie. I’m a lusty fellow when it comes to moving to a new locale – that makes me a wanderlust and my wife a haggard packer of boxes.
Who am I?
I’m a piece of ‘Everyman’, spread too thin to be a consistent devotee of something good and mostly reasonable. My writing is the one constant in my life, for it allows me many personalities to sketch and get to know. Those sketches give me glimpses of who I am.
It’s my belief I must have brothers and sisters of the bond out there – not depraved and lost souls, just junkyard philosophers.
Billy Ray Chitwood – January 26, 2017
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From whence came this yearning of my soul?
It’s only a question I ask every day of my life, fitting, I suppose, of one with dubious genetic structure and a mangled environmental beginning marked by too many turns and twists of emotional enigmas. Of course, my portal in the scheme of time must say volumes. Am I ‘matter’ that does not matter?
Who am I?
In thinking about the question, I’m an amalgam of insecurities and dreams. I love people but cherish my private times of aloneness and my writing for self-discovery plus self-therapy. I fail. I succeed. I get angry when the computer cannot keep up with the thoughts I’m typing, some words moving to paragraphs up the page from where they should be.
Who am I?
I’m a dreamer, too lost to a past of incredible joy and love, of business victories and defeats, of consuming despair, fears, and regrets, with the painfully stark acknowledgement that more sags and wrinkles visit my body and refuse to leave. I love people but love more being at home alone with my wife…writing watching a movie. I’m a lusty fellow when it comes to moving to a new locale – that makes me a wanderlust and my wife a haggard packer of boxes.
Who am I?
I’m a piece of ‘Everyman’, spread too thin to be a consistent devotee of something good and mostly reasonable. My writing is the one constant in my life, for it allows me many personalities to sketch and get to know. Those sketches give me glimpses of who I am.
It’s my belief I must have brothers and sisters of the bond out there – not depraved and lost souls, just junkyard philosophers.
Billy Ray Chitwood – January 26, 2017
Please visit my Website, preview my 14 books, read some book reviews, blogs, and some comments by the author.
http://BillyRayChitwood.com
Please follow me on Twitter.
http://twitter.com/brchitwood
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Jan 31, 2017 07:27AM
I feel ya, Bill. I'm the same way. I was criticized the other day for being so passive ("just sitting there"). Shouldn't I be water skiing, camping, playing volleyball, etc.? But what they don't understand is when I'm "just sitting there" I'm reading and writing, my stacks of books in my home library and my publications prove it. Then I read the statistics showing that most people don't read, let alone write books, and then I read your blog, and I realize we're the outliers, those of us that read and write and "just sit there", and we have to resist the judgement of the majority that fail to understand how we're wired. It kind of stings, I admit it, but I'm not changing. I've tried their way, and I'm just me, and I love to "just sit there" and read and write. Oh, BTW, I also love to live in different places; it helps to "fill the well" and inspire me. Keep on writing, Bill. You're rare.
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Bless you, good friend... The kids want us back in Phoenix area, so we're working to make that happen. Will keep you updated...You're pure and true!
All good things to you, buddy!
Billy Ray
