As of this writing the Cyclones are in a 3 point game at the half. That is the upside of being down 7-0 for the first 4 minutes of play. Anything is possible and all is possibility in this moment. Life is like that. It stays like that until it hardens under the weight of mistakes and poor execution until you are old and brittle and angry at what could have been and what was. Life is terribly difficult to get through without piling up mistake after mistake after mistake and breaking hearts and breaking vows you made to yourself and sometimes to others. Life is execution until life is no more.
I’m dark like this at times. Darker when the words aren’t coming and I cannot pour them out through the hearts and feelings of characters best led down roads where there is no coming back from the choices they made.
Some Thoughts:
- Is life a journey and a destination? Is the destination ultimately the dark empty of death? Is that just a stop or perhaps a reset for our souls? Do we go on? Are we us if we are not us?
- Dark reflections on a Friday night.