So here I sit, alone, and yet I'm NOT really alone. I type to people I've never met, and yet some are friends, and others are special to me in so many ways. I find that each passing day that goes by lately, I spend my time waiting for emails, phone calls and little msgs to say "I'm here, and I'm thinking of you..." How can something be so simple and yet quite complicated?
I don't know the answer to that. I KNOW that I've gotten very good at streamlining my life and getting rid of the drama, stress and otherwise "baggage" kind of things that always seemed to trap me into more pain than you can shake a stick at.
A friend of mine shared a great little poem with me today and it made me smile so hard I think I broke something. It lasted for over an hour and everytime I think about it, I feel like there's hope.
Hope... it's a dangerous thing. It can give you such great joy when it comes to fruition, or it can destroy you when your hopes and dreams are crushed. But, I finally reached the point where I feel like I can actually HOPE for the future. I know the chances of certain things we look for to happen are severley slim and in all likelyhood I can only hope to come out on the other end with some sanity and other vital things in tact.
I can't see that far into the future, so I don't know what lies ahead for me. For the 1st time in a long time ( probably longer than I can remember ) I am not afraid of the future, or what could or couldn't happen. Our time is short and to live in fear ( unless it's a gun -toting nutcase with your name on a bullet ) is assinine.
More to come.
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