Posts in July 10, 2003
Whenever you do something good, of course, your heart rejoices that someone is feeling better, that someone received help. Then, of course, it rejoices because the help came from you.
Every time in moments of despair, when pain and death fade from my thoughts and feelings, during the brief moments of quiet, I find the strength only to shout to the Universe, "Help me!" and ask it the short question, "Please, show me why I have been given THIS trial, what should I endure from it, what should I understand?"
A new wind blows. Constantly. It softly whispers, sometimes crying out in despair.
I want to step onto the dangerous path of the unknown, but one of freedom. I will have to lose much. I want to go forward. But I don’t want to lose. Yet, one can never acquire something without losing something.
She was sitting on the couch, her back against the armrest, her legs stretched along the seat. He was lying on his stomach facing her, gazing directly into her eyes and stroking her legs. She was dressed in something light. He was wearing something black.
He was stroking her legs, and I desperately wanted to be in her place.
And suddenly, I was.