I've been faced with a few things lately that really question who I am and what amount of strength may be within. In this week alone, I've seen confusion to the point of losing senility, the emotional challenge as result of change, mortality, and the effects of association on relationships. What causes a person to begin to believe utterly false things only to then become so confused that the truth never comes out? What is it about adjusting to the new that makes us sad? How does one grow accustomed to seeing death and dying on a daily basis? It's hard, ya know...to see pain, suffering, and hope for sometimes the impossible on a day-to-day job. Why do we feel we need to take bullshit from someone "because they are family?"
I've come to some realization that answers will never come my way and that I am forever destined to be unsettled...to feel like a free bird constantly chasing the bluer skies. Change...my escape and my enemy all at the same time.
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