Do we really control anything?
Where does choice begin?
In youth we are what they make us...some find this awakening early, some very late.
I dont want regrets.
The choices ahead are like stones crushing a thin glass soul.
So much has played a part in where I now stand. Does one grip the doubt? strangle the wahat ifs? or embrace them like beacons of truth?
So much can be said for life and death. A curse or a blessing I know not which. I want to feel every moment...the cold winter wind on my skin, the burn of fire on my fingertips, the damp of a rain puddle on my toes, the heartbeat of s child, the smile of a person wise with years.
I look back and forth unable to tell where I came from the incapable of knowing where to head.
Feeling blessed.
Life is a blessing!
If nothing else comes my way I stand thankful for breath & spirit.
I will find my courage, and I know that someday that which my heart longs for will be fullfilled.
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