Who can you blame?
Are the feelings unjust when a decision is a matter of knowing you must find fault or favour with the ill winds of change?
It is never enough to simply rearrange plans or predicaments. It is like making a prediction of all my flaws with my faith as fractured or fragile as it is, or has been.
Far easier to see what I haven’t been doing.
We tire of unpredictable weather, the damp morning chill, wet socks and lost mittens. Winter keeps reminding it is not through with us. We have suffered long enough. The streets are tired and dirty and the time change only makes things darker in the morning. We need a brighter view. We need, now, the renewal that comes with spring.
If we wait too long
for the stars to align, for
some kind of hope, or
some kind of sign,
if we let our lives hang on
still-bated breath, we will
forever wonder
what is still to come
or what we have left. If we
don’t own the moments,
or make them our own,
will we ever feel like
we’ve made our way home?
If we can’t be honest
with others, and especially
our selves,
can we ever explain why
or how
we once felt?
If we wait too long, it
may never arrive.
Stop waiting,
start doing,
start feeling alive.
How will you account for your time as the days progress, as well they should, and still you find yourself without any evidence of the afore-mentioned progress? How do you keep track? We keep diaries or journals, mental notes or electronic notifications to remind us of things we have done or care to do. Does it help? How relevant is it to what is really going on in our lives? How will you fill your time? Each day has 24 hours, but some days seem longer, or shorter, depending on your perspective.