Joseph Lipham Blog

 I wanted to explain the metaphor in the poem "The Socks" by Jane Kenyon. In the poem she says "Then I fill your drawer with tight dark fist." She is not talking about actual severed hands in this instance she is talking about how the socks look like tight dark fist when they are rolled up in that manor. I think this is interesting because I do my socks in the same way but never thought of it like this until reading the poem that she wrote. To me it shows the resemblance that every day items can have in your everyday life.  In your chest cold and unwavering. The scars hidden from the world, buried deep under the skin. The trials and test of life become heavy and overcoming. Over all obstacles it still beats like a pumping fist. searching for a new light.

 "They say the wolf on the hill is never as hungry as the wolf climbing the hill. Always be that wolf climbing the hill. It does not matter if you have to walk alone for a while, it is much better to walk alone in the right direction, than to follow the heard going in the wrong direction." (Fearless Motivation 2017) The lone wolf is the leader, the strong, the protector of the heard. They are what holds them all together but they go through the biggest challenges and the biggest right. This is the image in my life, is the lone wolf. They may have the worst struggles, but it is because they are the only ones strong enough to handle them. While the wolf is still dangerous alone they know together they can stop anything. This is something I have always aligned myself with definitely in the military. To me the wolf is an image of struggle, strength, perseverance, and sear will to overcome. I will also link the speech that was quoted in there too, it is a great thing to listen to ...

 I think that my life's tone has changed over the years. It would have started as a happy, bright place. This was through my childhood with many great things happening and many opportunities ahead of me. This later would change though after leaving the military. After my medical separation life began to come down around me. I had many challenges ahead and struggled with mental issue more than I can begin to explain. From losing ones that I loved, to to overbearing pride that kept me from getting help, it all took a dark turn. I am happy to say now though that my life's tone is back on the up. I am very happy where I am at and I believe this shows in everyday life. I was able to get the proper help, overcome the challenges I was facing both mentally and physically, and surround myself with true friendship again. I think that our tone in life constantly changes though because bad things happen and we fight to secure happiness again. We just have to remember to keep pushing and al...

 This is something that I had to think about very hard. What will my verse be? What will I leave behind? What will be my legacy? I do not fear death or what is to come after I draw my last breath, what I do fear though is that I will be forgotten in the world. The verse I will leave in this world is one of greatness, one that people will remember for all of time. This may sound vain to some, but as people all we really have is our name. Without this we are reduced to nothingness. For me that is life. I have done many great things in life so far but nothing that is enough to be remembered for. Yes Maybe for a generation or two, but as it stands right now I will eventually be forgotten. This is what will happen for me though, I will live on in the words of the stories forever. That is my verse.