A Failed Plan Teaches A Painful Lesson
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Hey my fellow souls! My new book is live - Many Lives, One Soul: My Journey to Becoming Whole
Marc Tagliaferri
February 20, 2022
So the other day....
So the other day....
we decided to make a list of things that went on throughout a day with this guy, we know very well. He is a different kind of guy. While looking at him, it is hard for me to say what others think or see. He seems to be just a normal Joe, nothing too exciting about him. Every day, he wakes up to hang with his friends. He finds his way to the fish tank and there he sits with his dog. He is a mix of Siberian Husky/Wolf/German Shepard.
While drinking his coffee, he processed his thoughts in the quiet. This helps his soul get ready for another day, whereas his only goal is to make his kids better. He tries to guide them and to show them the world, in hopes to prepare them for the fight ahead when his temple is gone. When the only thing that will walk the earth is his soul as he watches over them and their family to come. He knows that will be exciting to see, no matter which form he is in.
While playing with the dog, it never takes long for his cats to show up. He has four, one for each one of his personalities. They all make their way to him to say good morning. Petting the animals and running his hands across the front of the tank, he tries to resemble an octopus. All the fish love to follow his hands. It feels good to him to have a group of animals that want to be around him. You know what he finds funny about that, humans are animals, too. Did you get that?
His other goal is to help people that no one really cares about, just like him. The ones that seem to be lost or have fought so many battles that they don’t want to fight anymore. Yet, they find a way to get through it, only to fight another battle. Some will keep going and fighting to the end. However, others become overwhelmed with the fact that no matter how hard you fight, or no matter how hard you grind, there is always hate followed with judgement. Some choose to sit down and find a safe spot to live. Others group up in small packs, using one another to get what the other wants.
So they can all survive, always knowing deep down no one wants this. Nonetheless, how long will it last, before someone is mad and then back to square one, but now with less time and more work ahead. These are the broken souls that hide among our towns, cities, anywhere in our world.
He has learned so much over the years, let alone the past few weeks. He has felt so many emotions and is able to also see many things differently. A few things have changed the way he looks at things, our how he handles things happening around him. That’s not always bad, even though it was not always fun. Again, growth comes in many forms. What matters is can one find the growth in the storm? We feel he has learned how to do that well. He has been fighting for so long alone. It’s hard to imagine there not being a fight to have. What would be like to just go to work, do your job and faith will take care of what ever is to come.
It took him fifty years, but he did it, he wrote the book. He found his goal that he wasn’t supposed to be able to find. He cleared his head enough to have peace and just go along with his life. It all sounded great until he did it. Now, he is stuck in a new place. What to do with what he has done? What’s the next move? What’s his next goal? He thought it was to prove to himself that he did have a life before the life chosen for him to walk through. He once told me that when he hit fifty, if he wasn’t home in Santa Monica, he would put a backpack on and walk home. How can he do that he has found his home? His babies that do love him, what about them? Heck, he needs them too. They give him so much with their strong souls. They have to have will and strength to live in their house.
That day, on top of these thoughts, he was riding high in his head. He was just rolling along with no cares, just happy about life. He was trying to plan out how he was going to show a group of people that he is not what they think. He wanted to ensure them that he has high morals and respect for those that give it. Really, that is how it goes, right?
It goes both ways. It was a three-day plan that he felt would show and help people in our town and the area. What a grand idea, except it didn’t really work out like planned. He followed through with his plan, thinking all along he was doing something cool and different. He hoped it may even help others with their own growth. The stage was set for him in his mind. Heck, we even talked a lot about the plan. In the end, he felt a feeling he never wanted to feel again.
Being homeless for sometime in his life, he knew of the look you see in people’s eyes as they walk by you. They don’t know your story, but they judge and place you before your next breath. The feeling is so hard to explain if you haven’t felt it. It is as though you are nothing except a threat in some way. That is what ended up happening that evening The great souls that saw what happened to him on that night, will never say a word to him about the pain he must have felt as the plan failed. The truth is, there he was being different when just maybe he should have not done anything at all. That is not the stage he is after anyway. In time, maybe only if faith brings it to him, he would again stand on a stage and speak to many like him. Ex-bums, ex-drug addicts, ex-monsters, those that just wanted to be accepted like he did when he first opened his eyes. Fear and the unknown has a smell to it. He could feel it in many ways.
For all that have failed in anything, keep going, keep pushing even if you are different. Different is better than giving up. We all have a place in this world. Don’t allow others to tear you down, that is his fight now. It is not his fault his frontal lobe took so long to develop. It is not his fault father chose him to bring a message to all. What is his fault is that he does care and does want to help everyone else. He may be an E.D. student gone wild, or short bus kid as they would say back in the day. However, at least he won’t accept the identity others try to create with their actions towards him and his efforts. A quote that was said to him later that night, “We have been hearing about the book for a long time, Marc.” He responded, “Yeah, well sorry I wasn’t working at everyone’s pace, as I did it for my soul and father because I was told too. God tends to pick the odd ones, don’t you know? It wasn’t a time thing, my bad.” as the man walked away.
For the record, Marc is proud to be who and what he is. He is a proud E.D. student and proud that he ran in the Special Olympics. Marc, used to tell me that sports were the only reason people were nice to him. He is also proud that it may have taken a lifetime to do what he has done, but at least he did it. Even more, so he is thankful for the souls that weathered our storm as we find us. Everyone, be proud of yourself, or you will never grow. I appreciate your time.
"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"
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