It’s a long road called “life.” Friendships seem to come and go like hobbies. Interests change, desires change, and friendships change. Most of the journey is walked alone. We live on the inside looking out at the surroundings, studying life and looking for opportunities. We slowly change.
Learning about the history of others has taught me a lesson of why they are the way they are. Shaped by loved ones, scorned by loved ones and never noticed, is the personality of the soul reaching to be found. Each day walking to a place that is out there…. Each day searching for love, a kind smile, but being lost. Traveling inside to the greatest places is the journey, and time reveals all secrets.
It’s not about loving them; it’s about finding you. A little light shines in a dark corner, and the insecure hide. A ray of sunshine is feeling a warm kind of love, but so many seem to get burned. To one, love is a marriage and to another, divorce is the answer. The seed of the man is planted and a child is born. But tragedy has happened again; one more lonely child has only one parent. We walk alone
Life has interactions and people collide. We gain encouragement from one peer and disrespect from another. Good friends inspire each other, and old friends ignore. They become a faded stain and a silent memory. We walk alone.
I can’t skip down your path or follow wherever you go. I walk the street in front of me. My direction is north, but sometimes my compass spins. I wander as the lost until I find my way. I ask myself, what direction is the right one? Only I can answer. We walk alone.
As a boy my happiness was pain. It was the belt of discipline and a hug from my mother. I have always known she loves me. Even on the days I frustrated the woman with the endless questions of “why life,” I think my energy was misunderstood. Now as a grown man I decided to live again as a child, regaining the confidence of my youth, being the man I was before pain changed the direction of my life. It did shape, it did chip away at the strength that lived within me. Confidence hid from me and felt like sunburn. What is warm to one is pain to another. We walk alone.
I am with me in life, walking by my side is, who I am. Do I love me? Am I happy? Can I accept who I am becoming? Decisions, direction, and hope all traveling with me, I am forced to listen to each choice I make. Each decision is like the great ringing of a church bell, and the rope is being pulled with good and bad. We walk alone.
Who can understand it? Is each path connected by fate? Is there a rhythm combining our destiny’s? Each heartbeat is felt, as words are passed from one voice to the next ear. The great sharing, the great exposure, all the lost have it in common. We walk alone.
The complicated don’t understand life, and the simple enjoy it. With a feather in their cap they toss it into the wind and don’t care where it lands. The accomplishment is survival, and the hunt is taking place to find their way. They pick up at the point they start and walk by themselves. Where time leads them, they follow. We walk alone.
My heart is now ready, and I can see the dawn breaking. Rays of sunshine are no longer pain. I feel confidence, I fly, soaring as an eagle across the sky. But even in this life and death struggle, in the center is the place of each person’s heart. We walk alone.