Cry The Blues?

Cry the blues? For what! Nothing's ever what we thought it was, or would be. The expected gift is usually not quite what we'd hoped for. The show of sentiment, or affection expressed by the significant other, sometimes lacks just a little bit of something more we felt should've been wedged in there. The much-needed letter of endearment, or notice of importance, somehow figures out a way to arrive late. Our heads are just about to reach the surface long enough to raise them above water, and uh-oh, here comes another wave. Another famine. Another war, Another bill. Another emergency. Another tax. Another friend indeed in dire need... Another reason to, you guessed it, cry the blues.
OK, let's complain. Let's whine. Let's procrastinate. Let's wait for a little longer. Let's be depressed. Let's ask for the absolute best while settling for much less. Let's wait for someone else to succeed before we try something similar.
"It's their fault."
Who's? Who's fault is it?
My friends, my wife's my mother's, the government's, Global warming, the guy who always plays his music too loud while cruising by, the miserable old dog who growls at us, the time we should've done something in the past, but didn't. It's his/your/their/that experiences fault.
Alright now, allow yourselves to really feel it. Bawl, cry, sob, wail until it all tearfully streams out. Let it out. Acknowledge it. Feel it some more. Never forget it.. Cry those serious blues. And then stop!
Now, plant both your feet firmly in the dirt. With determination and focus, put one foot in front of the other. Repeat this process over and over again without distraction....AND DON'T STOP!

Meet Damian Lee

Challenges, trails, tribulations, I've had a little more than my fair share. Restrictions pertaining to my movements physically, I've been forced out of necessity to adapt to, and ultimately reluctantly accept. My associates are greatly compromised. My privacy is legitimately and regularly invaded as a social fact. And though I'm a straight male it is 'illegal' in this environment to engage any woman.
Some would consider this unfortunate environment the equivalent to Hell on this earth......, but not I. I'm Damian Lee, a two-time felony offender, the acceptor of my actions, the understander of the results of such actions. I'm in understanding to the fact that I wasn't simply kidnapped and thrown into this loud, unruly, respect-less environment. No indeed. I broke what is commonly referred to as 'The law', and I'm paying for it. Seven years inside and counting. . . . I still feel remorse. I've maximized every bit of this time. I'm consistently developing. My star shines with future potential capable of making a mockery of the sun.
With this understanding, I continue to radiate, to learn, to grow, to seek more knew understandings, to smile, to think, to feel . . . to be. . . the improved version of the once regretful soul commonly referred to as . . . Damian Lee.