Living Beyond My Means

I have to convince myself that they are not intended, that all of the means aren’t meant. But, I am simply being generous. It is evidentiary that they are sometimes with malice aforethought, yet it is indisputable that the end will justify the means, as God is my judge. No jury is needed.

And, I can simply look “there” to live beyond, but it is tiring. I am weary, and it makes me want to sleep or never to sleep. I go back and forth on that. Actually, it is going forth and coming back, but why mince words?

I can tell you: it is because I want to mince them, shred them, slice them and dice them, and then toss them. They are not palatable, ever, and I shall not even honor them with a taste.

I have what I have, and it is a gift beyond measure. I will awaken in gratitude again and again and again.

I can easily live beyond my means for now, and it is my joy to do so . . .

“Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers.”


Photograph “There” © 2018 Timothy Waugh