I Am Rich

I'm doing something different today. The following is a (edited) part of something written in my private journal last night. Those of you looking for the funny or random ramblings can skip over this.




I am rich. Not from the things I have, but the things I had. Taking inventory of my life right now, I have nothing.

That's not entirely true.

I currently have much to be proud of in my life. However, the important things, the things we must give priority to have been taken away.

Yet I am rich.

I have the best friends. Friends that would do anything for me, friends that have been there for me, that helped me in and out of trouble, that grew with me. We lost touch when we started moving away. Now they are scattered across the country, in unknown venues. My best friend ever is someplace unknown, and we haven't spoken in years. Yet I am rich for having known them.

I have the best family. A loving, caring family. It was strange to see those around me with broken homes, various levels of abuse, or even to not ever have known the love that could come from such a family. Yet when I am around them, I feel as an intruder. There has always been a rift, mostly due to religion and ideals. I love them, and am loved by them. But I am a stranger in a familiar house. Yet I am rich for being a part of that.

I have one of the greatest minds. All formal education and modesty aside, I perused the cosmos, and developed theories that are still being spoken of. I consumed books, facts, theories and knowledge like a rabid beast. I had thoughts and knowledge on every subject. A woman on her cell phone while driving changed all that. My injury left me physically capable, but took away that which was most precious to me, my brilliance now sullied. My feet are now unwieldy and leaden. It's difficult to walk when you know how it feels to fly. Yet I am rich for having known that feeling.

I have the greatest Love. I have so much Love to give, and all I wanted was to share that with someone that fits in my life completely. I decided on what I wanted, and mailed a letter to the Universe. The universe in turn sent me ChaCha. She is everything to me. The Love that I feel for her is so complete, so passionate that I feel it with every ounce of my being. She did not feel the same way for me, so I will walk into the sunset without the woman of my dreams. Yet I am rich for having felt that all-encompassing Love.


The most important things in life are just these four- Friends, Family, Self, and Love. I am rich for having them, in spite of being taken away from me.

This is my mourning.