losthero

I sit here, drunk, at 8:08AM.

Yep, drank right into the morning...

but, more importantly, I sit here, entrenched in thought, thoughts of what could be, and I type...

I type the words you long to here, the words that give you that warm comfort in your heart, the feeling that someone else has felt the same way that you have, that you are not alone.

I type the words that confirm your humanity and connect you to the human race.

The truth, that is what I type in these early hours, the truth is, I am constantly thinking about what could be, what job I may have in five years, what woman I might marry, what my parents will think of the life I have choosen, what everyone will think of the life I have choosen, and what goals of my own I will actually acomplish.

I, and you, dwell on that which has yet to pass, and in this silent reflection on a life I have yet to live, I reach one simple and undeniable truth...

The future is made of stone, but even stone, as strong as it is, can be molded into a beautiful sculpture.

I know that the future I want will be difficult to sculpt, but that only makes me carve harder...

When you are given the riged stone of your life, what will you turn it into, a beautiful sculpture, or a pile of broken rocks?

You decide.
-fin