the best moments for me are when the questions are stilled and I find myself being borne along in the flow of life and, pleasure seeping slowly into me from the outside.
there are not many sources from within.
to be in harmony is the quest. that harmony is a place of peace and joy is my assumption.
round and round I go, struggle struggle struggle.
the weight of loss a constant companion... but also the driving force i long to escape.
so now some weapons come to hand to win this fight: i press forward to add them to my armory.
friends make the journey more bearable, sometimes more painful...
ever more transitions: beginnings, endings, hopefulness and doubt.
i am grateful to be alive but mistrust its transience. what does it all mean?
would the answers even help?
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