Whether it is a sequence of songs on a playlist that could represent events happening (in the future) or others, often - daily in fact one can ponder whether it is reading too much into these menial things or perhaps in some unique was it is a sign; a form of encouragement.
Can't lean too much into hope neither can one lean too far into reality. Where exactly is the middle line that I am supposed to be? Despite that the why and when remains and will probably always be unanswered. Without clear cut answers, as more thoughts are poured into the matter speculation arises. Hideous? Unworthy? Fate? Imperfection? As far as they sound they could also be reasons or in this case theories. Theories because of the lack of evidence and facts.
When everything is pointing left, is the sole entity which is pointing right delusional or one that has tremendous faith?
There isn't a day that goes by that I wish You'd just give some sort of hint or sign for the many uncertainties, whether yes or no, whether soon or 20 years time, this or that.
It's been a long road. A long road of closed doors. A road without sign or a hint of direction to an open door. We're not even sure there is an open door- quite possibly it'll be endless corridors with more closed doors eh?
And honestly, with the passing of each corridor, and the slamming of another door it gets really, really, extremely difficult to gather up faith anymore - or what is left of it. It just is neigh impossible.
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