Did you ever wonder if life was about more than just the hours between life and death?
Did you ever wonder if life was about more than just the happy moments?
Maybe it is about the time in between, the not so happy moments.
Perhaps they are what matter, what makes us who we are.
The times that shape us, mold us.
They say that we are the sum of all our parts, our experiences.
Both good and bad, but maybe the good is not so important, maybe they are just there to keep us going with fruitless hope.
Hope that keeps us from jabbing ourselves in the throat with the closest thing at hand. Hope that keeps us hanging on so that we can go on to suffer for one more day.
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January 9, 2009 at 12:22 pm
Hey there! I read your poem as a result of searching ‘Tree of Life’. I wondered if you would mind if I posted this in my Livejournal and if not, how would you like me to give you credit? Best wishes! Alecia
May 8, 2009 at 5:17 pm
What does the circle or egg in the roots represent
October 26, 2009 at 10:01 am
Great blog! I posted some comments before anyway, because a lot of your written stuff is really great. You are a good writer both fiction and non fiction.
July 7, 2010 at 5:17 am
When ever I try to find the meaning of life it changes. Good expression on life.