Tuesday, September 11, 2007

nobody is here

yes i realize i need and want to come visiting. and i will.

i just need and want to write as well.

not sure what.

i seem to be in a mood. contemplative. sleepy hazy mind drifting contemplative. borderline resolute.

things that cannot be. what are they? do we know? what is impossible? what do we really have control over? lots of little things i suppose. but those things are seldom the events and circumstances we wish to have control over.

is this life? pining and wishing and yearning? does that ever end? do we ever say...okay this here is enough. i wish for nothing more. nothing more to strive for. nothing to desire or want. perhaps the wishing makes life worth living. but does it have to be so painful?

and then the ultimate conclusion. do i not matter enough for some happiness to come in the form that i want it in?

far from my path...i need. my spiritual side says not to worry about the getting. give instead. give because i want to. giving is the desire.

i am human. i will stray from my path and sit down to put my face into my hands...create my own darkness...and cry from want.

15 comments:

whimsical brainpan said...

You have an award waiting for you at my place.

Ripple said...

We are human...in the words of Tesla (from the 80's hair band...

"It's not what you got, it's what you give. It ain't what it's not, it's what it is.

Only what you give.

It's not what you got, it's the life you live."

I like those lyrics. They mean a lot.

Judy said...

I think about words a lot. Specific words, words that I seek to express the exact meaning I have in my head.

You say you are human. I say you are better than human. Humans do some pretty nasty things, overall; you are sensitive and caring and vulnerable - which, I suppose, can be "human" too. I hope you can benefit from your darkness, cry to cleanse yourself, and then write your way up and out into the sunshine.

Have a good day, Meander (for that is how I will continue to think of you).

Biddie said...

I am new here, just came over from Whim's place.
Hugs xx

darkfoam said...

i think it would not be life if we didn't pine and wish and yearn. and sometimes if we strive for it and work for it and if we are lucky our pining and wishing and yearning may possibly become a reality.

Furtheron said...

It's human - well is for a lot of us to desire more. It's all about perception of what is "enough". Move that and then you are fine... Easy words, difficult to achieve in even a small way. Good luck

Stephen said...

i for one hope that the searching and straying continue - that is where the growth is. tho i might like a break from it all every now and then! thank you for your honesty and openness. it is inspiring.

Philip. said...

How about giving me a big smile :-)

whimsical brainpan said...

Honestly, I think that we learn best by straying.

Redroach said...

1) we are here. Believe it or not

2) I just about crapped myself last night at open house. I was convinced that YOU had walked into my classroom last night.

If you don't have a twin sister than I am in trouble.

Real trouble

TV

Anonymous said...

I feel the same way lately. No answers ... just empathy.

Sling said...

It seems to be a constant,and very human struggle,to say the things that occupy our minds through the medium of the written word.
It's like trying to describe every subtle nuance of color,using only the pnuemonic R.O.Y.G.B.I.V..
Still,..your's are among the better efforts Merelyme...Keep after it.

Larry said...

"Your thoughts are what frighten you. Choose to change them, and the fear is gone. Your thoughts are what cause you to be frustrated, angry, disappointed, impatient and uncomfortable. And your thoughts can also take you far away from all those things. For your thoughts can transform anger into forgiveness, disappointment into determination, discomfort into inspiration, and fear into love. The choice is always yours".

-- Ralph Marston

whimsical brainpan said...

Are you ok?

harkoo said...

I am hoping you are in a positive place right now.