Sunday, March 18, 2012

May The Road Rise To Meet You

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.  The broken places, the cracks, the fissures, the places where life resides. My children showed me what it means to love. God could be love. Love could be the glue that connects everything. Everything we do and say affects the whole. We are spiders. We are butterflies. We hurt each other. We hurt ourselves. We love each other. We love ourselves. We heal ourselves. We heal the whole.

Every moment I die and am reborn, am I not indestructible? Every smile changes us. Every heartbreak. Every sunrise. Every sunset. Every song. Music is the soundtrack of life. Without music, life would be a mistake. Music is one our greatest forms of self-expression, human expression. It's the story of who we are.

 I wax philosophical when my heart is sad. And when it's happy...Happy, sad. Aren't they the same thing anyways? One brings about the other.  It seems to me like the world is made up of paradoxes. There are no answers, just more questions. Can we learn to live with uncertainty? The only thing that never changes is that everything changes. Live in this moment. It's the only thing that really exists. And it's a beautiful night. It is a very beautiful night.