Here we are, just a tiny scrap of matter; flesh, blood and bone loosely bound together with little more than thought - fragile, mortal, and wounded.
Sometimes I feel so disconnected from all else, I might as well be floating in the infinite nothingness of space... I feel so alone I might as well be millions of light-years away from the comfort of a warm fire and a hug.
Sometimes the thought of drifting through a blessed darkness kissed with stars, seems quite the perfect option from the reality I know...
But here I remain, rooted in this life experience - bleeding my story unto death, wailing in sorrow at the unfairness of another misfortune, yearning for safety in a world that can offer none.
What a tragedy I am! Swamped with memories, overwhelmed with sadness, awash with self pity - not an inspiration for anyone - least of all myself - and without 'me' to lend a hand, who will?
I've not had an easy life - but who has? Hands up those who haven't been tried and tested! Life brings us our lessons, and they keep on coming it seems... What separates the wailers from the winners is nothing more than a point of view. It's only ever a perspective. However bad it seems, it's never to be taken personally. It's just the beliefs we hold that dictate the intensity of our situation. How do I view my disasters? Are they opportunities waiting to be transformed - or are they the reasons I choose to give up on life and cop out?
When loneliness wraps its icy fingers around my neck and throws it's cloak of despair over shoulders already deeply burdened with the past, it seems at times, insurmountable. An impossible climb awaits. From this place of deep sorrow, how can I ever feel good again? Why can't I lift up my head and see the sun?
I know 'this too will pass..' It always does. All the good things, all the bad things, everything passes in the end.
It would be good however, one day, not to have to fall so far... just to come back up.