Blank Pages and a Full Pen

I feel like I am getting ready to start a new chapter in my life. It is kind of funny because I feel that for the last little bit the pages were written so fast that I wasn’t even so sure where I was at. In a way lost in my own story. Then pen stopped and the story halted. I stand at a new cross road. Trying to be bold and do what the great poet Frost said and take the road less traveled, but I am not even sure what road that is.
My labored work has been crumpled and the writing gone. The paper was not wasted though and those writings were not in vain. I learned valuable lessons in my life through those ink splashed papers. The writing was sweet and filled with love and with happiness that I had never known before in my life. It also contained very dramatic scenes that usually find themselves in Shakespeare’s plays of love and feud. Unfortunately the writings seemed to have an ill fated outcome no matter the writer’s wishes. It became too much with all of its many twists and turns and the chapter had to end.
There were no cliff hangers, just blank paper. An endless amount of possibilities wait to be told. My hand has become cramped with the fast paced and extensive drama that found its way into my life. I don’t wish for more drama. I could do with a simple Waiting for Godot at this point. Where last several years have felt like a soap opera a seemingly calm chapter would be nice.
So now I sit. Tapping the pen trying to decide? What happens next?

Some Day We'll Know

I find it interesting the way our lives tend to fluctuate from positives to negatives then back. It’s always a continuous cycle, a roller coaster, a changing of seasons. Sometimes we get caught up in the very fabric of a wave broken beaches in our lives. It seems that nothing could take us away from the beauty of the sunset, fresh air and the sand on our feet. Then suddenly it’s gone. We are miles away in a whole new scenery. Sometimes to a cold snow covered land where it seems as though we will never be able to feel warmth again. We struggle. Sometimes to an autumn color scape of change were we aren’t sure what to expect of the trees. Sometimes to a spring, where the greens peak out around us and bring hope to our souls. I think that too often we forget to really appreciate the beauty of each of the seasons that life brings us.

Being an optimist is hard to do sometimes, especially in the winters of our lives. It hurts when we are pulled so fast from what we are used to, what we love. I have recently fallen into a winter, my girlfriend decided that being with me, a transplant patient would be too hard. I am going to enjoy the snow. I know that no matter what that there has never been a winter season that stayed. Even the ice age finally broke. Spring will come and warmth will reveal colors that I can only imagine. Spring never fails to surprise me. So for now I am putting on my mittens and coat. I am going to make a snow fort.