I love words... today i received little colorful lines that were meant to say... thank you... i remember so fondly those moments in time where the most import was created by the you... even if it were in the smallest of mark... the least of the colorful but the best of the hue... those tiny gifts of love passed from generation to generation... my life is not lived in the past... i don't spend my life surrounded by what could have been but more likely what was and it's result... to see the line of color fill a page in memory.... there is only what can be called life... i see this little life does grow... growing from... dreams to reality... and what lovely pictures printed on a canvas called life... Alison Rhae and your Lilly... a circle created from a mark... a colorful line...
It is hard waiting for the other shoe to drop... this can apply to so many areas of life... financial security... job security... health... children... family... all of these things are difficult enough in their own way... what is most difficult is waiting for another to twist the knife... we as human are such flawed creatures to begin with... with the three fingers that point back as we call out the failure of others... it is enough just to keep the eyes in the back of the head open wide to protect us from the inevitable... often we know that which is about to happen... yet there are times when we never see it coming... it is not always about doing what is right... it is more often about doing what is necessary that gets us into trouble... and there in lies the rub... we do what we feel to be right to make the wheel turn and others just can't bare the thought of not having control... whether gained or earned... and as the aftermath of what is left behind... the question remains......
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