Tuesday, May 11, 2004
All Fear Is Bondage
L-I-F-E has a way of complicating things -- whether it is the beauty of a rainbow of bright colours and happy days, or the deep, cold, enveloping darkness of India ink with no peace in sight, or merely the tonal grays that lie in-between. Whether the complications are of our own doing, or circumstances beyond our control, life can (on more occasion than not) be more cruel than kind.
M-O-M-E-N-T-S -- those tiny fragments of time that weave together to make an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year -- that make up our lives. Yes, it is in those moments that the strongest, and most vivid, memories are cast. Often, it is those tiny moments of sheer joy that erase those larger spans of pain, disappointment, fear, worry, and many of the other emotions that rip at our very heart.
So, it is in these hours of darkness -- these India ink waves that keep crashing, that block the sight of my hands that I know are directly in front of my face -- that I must remember, reflect, and hold on to those moments that gave me happiness, joy and peace. current mood: Frightened of the unknown that lies ahead current music: Nothing but absolute silence all around me (c) 2004 A Southern Belle's Life I'm a Member of the: << # Bitch Club ? >> BlogRollin' other WebRing Members: Harley-Davidson Motorcycles Alabama Crimson Tide Football BlogHop.com!
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