a quiet place, lonely but not ever alone.
this life offers us infinite variety should we only be willing. it’s too common a tale that the persistent sadness mires the spirit and suppresses the adventurer.
i’ve certainly soaked in it.
don’t ever let the curiosity be quashed, not for too long. it’s true that we often learn more through pain. there’s a certain courage to hurting again and again, but… that’s hardly life’s totality, even if sometimes we lack originality.
i’ve certainly fought with it.
a scraped knee, a battered heart, an exhausted mind. it’s foolish to think we’d escape unscathed, still, one hopes not to have to throw in the towel, but use it instead to wipe the brow, and the blood from our lips.
a quiet place, inevitably. i’m learning your secrets.