We speak of our feelings, our quests and our confusion ... but hardly ever come to any conclusions. Constantly battling our way through life, instead of hopping on a boat and letting the current take us for the ride. It hurts to think that we cannot be in control of every piece of our life but that is ther truth. Life isn't supposed to be easy, nor ar we supposed to know what is going to happen because then why would we bother living at all? Comfort, stability, understanding and truth are all myths ... simple ideas we grasp on to for meaning.
I say all of this now, but I know in a few days, hours or even minutes I won't be able to keep this at the front of my thoughts ... it will get mixed in with everything else and I will continue to "struggle". Why? Apparently I like struggling or maybe there is something else that I am supposed to understand. Whatever the answer is ... I'm glad I'm alive and not the only one.