A Personal Thought for the Day
This year I have no answers. I have no great morsels of self-awareness to offer.
I only have questions.
Questions that hang in the air like limp helium-deprived balloons. Questions that have banal and vapid responses.
I don't expect replies. I no longer rely on certainty. I can no longer utter the words as rote. The only truth I know is that nothing is as it once was.
I can only hope to help repair the brokenness. Mine. Others. I can only hope that we all can find comfort and peace in our togetherness, in the intertwining of each other's lives.
I am working on my cynicism, on my overly judgemental nature. I am trying to reforge a path that leads me in a comforting direction. I am searching for new meanings, new rituals. I remain consoled by music and nature. I remain comforted by love.
I am a work in progress.