sometimes it feels like that, doesn’t it?
as we go from one party to another funeral;
with our smiles and our tears…
Shantaram says it better,
For this is what we do.
Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more.
Think. Act. Feel.
And our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed croses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day.
With love: the passionate search for truth other than our own.
With longing: the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved.
For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.
God help us. God forgive us. We live on.
Finally finished the book that has me wanting more… of me!
(Every human heartbeat is a universe of possibilities).