There is history written everyday... and each of us on our own is writing our history daily as we speak... what history we know of our past is not the history that we write for ourselves... ours is a history that has begun from our own inception of time... it is our ending as we make a beginning... and what is written by our own lives is a balance of the past and our present come together to color our pages with mystery... adventure... sadness... happiness... moments of regret... endless cacophony of laughter... sounds emanating from times of oneness with ourselves and hours of interaction with those who color our paths with different shades of history... yet all that is created by my days upon this earth may only be best lived to understand... that my history is my own... not what my children choose to live... yet hopefully some visions resemble all that has created me into the being that I am.. but pieces of my history... yet to be passed down on the generations to come... to know the feeling that were shared... the ideals that were ingrained... the process of reality and imagination... my heart and my passion... my dreams of a different day... those that were shared with me by the hearts that remember what once was... this is my history... i write this story everyday... my own story... and you...
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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