| | I think at one point I just got scared of living. Things stopped being simple, then, everything became layered and deep-rooted and complicated, and life just became something else entirely. And then I became unhappy, gradually settled into the persona of the unhappy, tortured soul, and I stopped living life like I could, should, would have. I began looking for reasons, then, reasons for everything. Why does the sun shine? Why do the bad go unpunished? Why do we love, yearn, strive, why do we live? Questions, more questions, always questions. And still I ask, still I seek answers to the question of why I am who I am, why my life is what it is. But the answers are small and insignificant footprints in the sand, dust in the wind. We try to be grateful. We try to hope, to look forward, to view every day as a new beginning, every new opening as a valuable, cherished opportunity for freedom. We try not to take things for granted. We try to love -- love --always to love. I think, in the end, I remain scared of living. And there remain questions, endless questions and answers and dilemmas left unsolved. And there is hope, and love, and freedom. There is life. |
| | Posted 9/12/2006 12:58 PM - 49 Views - 10 eProps - 6 comments
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