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SuProsed2B-A-Con: Do more than exist, Live.

June 11, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

We owe it to people to be open enough to understand them, not because everyone deserves to be heard, this is true, but what can you truly learn if you are so closed off and so woven into your own way. Life is about growth, evolution, and adaptation, all of which are stymied by a closed mind and a jaded heart which will only implant blockers on eyes and ears. The bravest thing you can do is not leap out there in assumptions of others, but jumping out there to understand yourself, so to better understand others. Fear factor, it’s discomforting admitting to self that you may be alien to self. So we all need to know in depth how we feel, how it controls the thoughts we conceive, the emotions that arise after which alters our behavior. We need to understand our own what’s and why’s so we can know how. Dare look at your fears and how they control your life and understanding. Fear, just like love, can be presented in many forms. In life, we should embark and embrace, not resist, because that is only a mere existence. Dare to know yourself, so you can know someone else and truly live by seeing the beauty of difference and the divinity of knowledge, only then can we really learn, teach and empower. Don’t assume, find out, enjoy the journey of discovery. So find the comfort in being uncomfortable at times. Teaching is learning twice, life ceases without knowledge. Do more than exist, Live.
I didn’t know what I didn’t know
now I know why I didn’t grow
I tried reaping what I didn’t sow
so, opportunities kissed me goodbye under a mistletoe
I try to right more wrongs than my pencil wrote
had to get comfortable knowing that erasing ignorance isn’t so blissful
I owed it to myself to listen and know more
I owed it to you, to listen and know more

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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