"In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine,
At a moment in my life when the sky is blue.
And the blessing I shall ask shall remain unchanging -
to be brave and strong and true,
and to fill the world with love my whole life through."
So, here it is . . . the noontime of my life. Am I filling the world with love? I don't think so.
The world I know is crumbling. I find I may soon need to rebuild, but the rebuilding this time will be the most difficult task I have taken on to date.
Is this the 'middle-age crazy' we've always heard about? Is it really just a time in your life when you assess things around you, putting value where value is deserved, and walking away from those situations which you realize you will never win?
Is it enough to love someone, or should there be sparks? Passion?
We can try all we want, but unless the other party reciprocates, there is nothing. Sparks only fly when two objects collide.
I am sure scenarios like this have been played out for centuries. This is my first time, however. I know I have made mistakes, I know I will make more. I am trying to learn to forgive myself FIRST so forgiving others can follow.
This is gonna hurt like hell.
Is this the 'middle-age crazy' we've always heard about? Is it really just a time in your life when you assess things around you, putting value where value is deserved, and walking away from those situations which you realize you will never win?
Is it enough to love someone, or should there be sparks? Passion?
We can try all we want, but unless the other party reciprocates, there is nothing. Sparks only fly when two objects collide.
I am sure scenarios like this have been played out for centuries. This is my first time, however. I know I have made mistakes, I know I will make more. I am trying to learn to forgive myself FIRST so forgiving others can follow.
This is gonna hurt like hell.
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