Fear…

Life is supposed to hit you with one thing at a time.

So, take your pick Life: what’s it going to be?

I know you never promised me a rose garden.

And a white picket fence has been off the table for years.

And I know it’s normal to feel sad for what-could-have-been and what-should-be.

And I know we can’t change others, only ourselves.

And if you love someone you have to let him die alone if that’s what he chooses.

And you can only count on yourself—I wrote a book on that.

And life isn’t always fair.

I never realized that achieving your dreams could mean your heart breaks along the way.

I always believed in the goodness of men and women.

I also know that happiness is an inside job; and that we have to love ourselves first before anyone else can love us.

I do believe in Shamans and miracles—but my totem animals seem to have deserted me.

But my time is running out on this particular journey. And I’m wondering if You have forsaken me.

Or have I forsaken myself…