Emptiness lives in the hollows of our soul.
Everything seems to strut along as if there is no void.
But, all of a sudden a jolt or circumstance generates a cloud, a miff of what was or could be and that’s when everything clashes.
When do we wake up and realize that everything that we desire is right in front of us?
How do we grasp that treasure? What allows us to define our personal existence and make it meaningful? Those are the questions that I ask myself daily.
Is it possible to find true happiness when the world around me seems to be spinning out of control?
I would like to think so.
Yet, not everyone is on the same page which makes the journey difficult.
Life seems eternal until you are touched with death.
At that time, age tames your compassion.
When does it all fade away as if it never existed?
I don’t have that answer, but wish I did.
My best analogy is to state that if we don’t make a mark, a difference as to why we exist, then all is lost.
My children have moments that hurt and heal. As their parent I assess the role as anchor. I am the one whom carries the burden, but never gets close enough to the boat to truly make a mark. Yet, I am always the one whom is asked to be rooted, so that they can waiver.
Where is the beginning, middle and the end? There truly is no time line to answer this question. This I have discovered, by way of life, questioning each day as if it is the last. I’m not trying to be morbid as much as realistic. As we grow though our lives we think that we are indestructible, then reality hits and it all changes.