Reflections...

Why is it looking out at some one else's life it is so much easier than our own? Everything seems so clear. The answers are not much easier, but at least the view is open.

Why when I reflect on my own life it seems so muddled? Why do I not have a crisp view or no view at all? Lately it feels like I shuffle through each day with no meaning or goal to reach for. I push along with no place in mind other than trying to keep me going another day.

I seem to reach for some intangible thing. Some truth that may be bring some light. Where is that light now? Can someone throw me a flashlight? Don't forget the batteries.

Peace.