Monday, 29 January 2007
How fragile we are
The wind blows and we dance. The wind blows harder and we are shaken. Why is there so much sadness in life? Grief seems to have such a hold on me, I feel I will be blown away. I sometimes fear I have no say in whether I will keep clinging to my branch, so whipped about am I by the careless caprice of the wind. I really am at the mercy of a force stronger than myself. Self pity will only weaken my hold, I know, but I need to get this out of my system. Maybe tomorrow will be better and I won't feel so pathetic.