there are always many forces at work in anyone you might run into.
each of us is pulled in several directions at once at all times. this
is life. this is responsibility. i forget who said it, but madness is thinking about too many things at
once or thinking of one thing too much. i think we're all walking that
line most of the time. maybe i'm wrong. someone asked me the other day, "what is to become of me?" i thought
it an odd question at the time. i've never really considered what is
to become of me. sure, i've wondered about the futures of my children,
but i've no real fantasy about my own. what will become of any of us? i believe there is a plan. i also believe it will remain a mystery
until it is meant to be revealed to us. after that, i imagine it will
be as simple as day. dawn approaches. let the dew cling to my bare feet. let the chill refresh me. ghost
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