We Now Hope We Win
Blogger has a new interface, now. It's been a few months since I posted anything on here and this new look makes me wonder if I'm almost ready to pack it in and set sail for a new endeavour. Wordpress maybe?
So the trials and the tribulations continue. The deeper we trek into the woods of this life, our surroundings can become that much darker and thicker and more complex. There is no easy way out. There is only the heartbeat, the breathing and the rhythm of our footsteps keeping us going.
I'm back in Port Hope for the most part and I'm trying to stay positive and enjoy my surroundings. I'm trying to take less for granted. I'm trying to get a job. I'm trying to find ways to stay motivated. I'm trying.
As time draws out on a long-sheathed sword of anticipation, I gaze. I wonder. I put it all into view. I ask the questions but receive very few answers back. I see that people become sculptures of comfort, who get placed into a certain role and stand on that pedestal. They don't even have to - but they do it. They are only sculpted to be seen a certain way. They can break free if they choose to - but they don't. They stay there.
I saw an old friend today for lunch - a friend who will surpass the moronic and the idiotic traps that other friends have fallen into. We both asked each other questions and we both listened. It was a thing of beauty.
Summer is nearly upon us, now, and a new set of questions emerges with that season. Heat. Intensity. Youth. Bugs. Smiles. Warmth.
Whatever the question set, the answer will always be about winning.