As we lay here you tell me I’ve been forgotten; your story rewritten and my chapter erased. You no longer need my bittersweet taste. I didn’t mean to treat you so harshly, but what are feelings if not just emotions that get in the way. We are all animalistic in the search for food, companionship, and warmth. A cruel society makes us change our moods.
One is quicker to judge and trip a fellow traveller than to allow them their rights to take the path just as equally walked upon as both sides have been explored generations before we were even thought of. I don’t think it’s so much right and wrong as it is cruel and kind. We all have our own truths and they are what we wake up to every morning and our parting thoughts with our brain nearing the hours of unconsciousness ahead.
Can we not agree to remember the good and move in a positive direction building up happiness over the emotional drains of past times. We should not be so quick as to steal someone’s shoes – we have no idea the places they’ve been. When at the end of your rope who do you see at the other end? Are they pulling for you or dropping the line? Whether one life or many we are building blocks of what’s to come.
Somehow we have removed the closeness out of our families. We are quick to make our children move out without teaching them about taxes, insurance, and heart-break. They know nothing of job loss, mortgages, and real sex. How are they to become worthy if they just follow your steps instead of improving on love, preservation, and evolution?
Laying here… remembering a time when I used to write my notes on paper, but typing helps me save trees, water, ink, etc. I am fighting sleep. I finished surfing the internet. I read my last page in my current book. I walked the dogs today, but not far. I still haven’t tried my new yoga video. I want to talk to you. I know that’s what I miss.