I'm ever so slowly starting to write again. Some would be pleased at this development but I hold to myself a bit of reserve. There have been moments in my life when the quill of today's age flew across the pages with my words so clearly voiced for the world to interpret. As revealing as these moments in my past have been, I can't help but to realize that each of these times have been in an emotional turmoil. I can't say that I feel unhappy or depressed. She calls it "sensitive". I call it annoying. Yes. Of course I'm sensitive. Who isn't when they're constantly prodded on one direction or another and they have no idea where they truly want to go? I have my beliefs and I hold fast to my efforts....Where will they take me though? Will my faith be enough when that of those whom surround me is found to be waning? Who knows. As I see it, it's just another day. Three days from now should be lovely. Let's hope that it goes well. I love you world.
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1 comments:
You confuse me. No one is prodding you in one direction - or another for that matter. Perhaps you are out of sync with what it means to be in a relationship. There is give and take, there are two opinions which are equal in their importance and weight. Who is it you are seeing with waning faith? For, in my opinion, faith is something that matters only between you and I - the rest of the world can do as it chooses... and there is no waning faith here. It does please me that you have begun writing again, I wish you would with the same conviction and openness that you once did. Or, perhaps with the same... I don't know, optimism I suppose. I guess there's a difference in each of us that was made apparent this morning - where I would have left you something to smile at, you left me something that hurt me to the core. I see no waning faith in myself, but I do see it in you, and it scares me.
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