6/05/2007

The Privacy of Life

It lives inside each of us. Truth. The one we know. We may not bother to follow it, but we know it. Each day our path moves along. The route is unknown the end point is dark and illusionary. We head there anyway. Hoping it brings us light.

Sometimes light occurs and some times it leaves us empty and muddled with emotion. Another day will come about soon enough. Similar to the last and yet different and unique in it's own right. We each make the choices and consequences that leads us in directions. Each unknown as the one before it. What is known is the past.

We can only hope we circle little and learn or try to learn from the realities that have occurred. But hell even that does not seem to be enough. So here's hoping for the unknowns.

Peace or perhaps even a resemblance of it would be nice.