It’s getting dark outside, here where i am, and heavy, gray clouds are rolling from the East.
The air is thick and wet, and at any moment the sky could tear itself open and wash down upon the ground.
I’m safely inside. Out of the storm. At least in a physical sense.
Thousands of kilometres away, life trudges forward. Shit happens. All of which is outside my control, and beyond my understanding.
After all the chaos of the day dies down, the quiet moments in between each deep sigh remind us of how deeply we can feel the words said in haste and from anger.
The ups, and downs, and sides to sides that occupy this gauntlet we live through, seeks to bruise us, batter us, and leave us exhausted and worn. And then we get up and do it all over again.
We have to really live with the consequences of our actions. Not just pay them lip service. Not just say “we have to live with this”, but take it in, embrace it, and be willing to accept it for all of the heartache it will mean.
There is a difference between knowing the path, and walking the path, and either way is a test for our collective soul.
But i can’t pretend to know what any of you are thinking, or feeling, or knowing, or living through, if you don’t say anything until it’s too late.
I am only a drop, in an infinite ocean of drops. I am a leaf on the wind. I am myself, at the best of times, and the worst of times, still just myself.
And i am sorry if that just isn’t good enough. Because it is all I have to offer.