Crashbox

What changes have come and gone in this last stretch of life, and what is yet to come? Are there words that can describe the thoughts that grow from hours of solitude?Around we go, blundering through the fog, striving and hoping and despairing, only to be checked by the tiniest of moments and realize we are back at the same spot, not really any different, just perhaps a bit rueful. The things we cared so much about last week are now but nice ideas, and the things we thought we forgot about that meant everything then, are once again so important. People, circumstances, sin and time drag us along, but when the night is quiet and no one is around, that same child that wondered at every blade of grass smiles at the adult it has tried to become. What a happy, embarrassing thing, this pause from the world; as we loosen our grasp, drop our load of duties for a time and admit we cannot do everything, we aren't always that strong, that life is just as beautiful whether you feel bad about yourself or not. Hope for the joy that is promised, both in the good things of this earth and those of the next, and the ability to laugh at oneself, to trust in God--- The faces you love the most become infinitely more lovely, the dreams that seem burdensome have lost their heaviness. And as spring approaches, all the world is free and there for the having, enjoying, and loving.