I don't have anything profound to say. I've racked my brain and still can't come up for air. "Where's the insperation?!" she asked. "I've traveled such a long way and can't seem to find it..."
"You're travelling is your insperation, my friend."
"My traveling? What could be inspiring about that? I feel as though I have seen so little, and done so much less... All I know is what I feel. Lost, alone, weary from this endless journey."
"Yes, but the journey is far from over, can't you see?"
"No, I can't. What have I gained? I've spent countless days and nights searching... What is it that I am searching for?"
"Only you can answer that."
"I don't think I can..."
"Here's a clue... Your life- your journey... Everything is just rings and knots of joy and pain... all interlaced and locking..."
"You're travelling is your insperation, my friend."
"My traveling? What could be inspiring about that? I feel as though I have seen so little, and done so much less... All I know is what I feel. Lost, alone, weary from this endless journey."
"Yes, but the journey is far from over, can't you see?"
"No, I can't. What have I gained? I've spent countless days and nights searching... What is it that I am searching for?"
"Only you can answer that."
"I don't think I can..."
"Here's a clue... Your life- your journey... Everything is just rings and knots of joy and pain... all interlaced and locking..."
*updated* hey there, thanks for the reply. yeah, i am sure she is kicking back drinking some brews. i cant imagine your life being boring. you seem really rad. yeah i was used to taking to ltrain everyday. i was sad when we were in olympia cause i knew she was leaving soon. i hope she gets access to a computer soon. i know she talked about you alot, mainly saying oh she replied, or i am waiting for an email. etc. she is the best person i have known. alot of ppl in our line of work say they would sacrifice alot for each other. she is the one that i would do anything for. she is my best friend. when she moved away from wash st. it was the most painful day of my life. i visited her later and when i left then i have never cried (shh i need to keep my manly image) so long and hard. she is truly special to me. anyway enough gushy feelings junk. my journal was the song to underdog, my favorite cartoon. hope your weekend is fun.
[Edited on Jun 14, 2003]