I don't know if I have the words to say what I'd really like to say. You are so very eloquent.
Sometimes, the loneliest place to be is when you're surrounded by friends but you feel like you are inside a plastic bubble through which no real emotion can penetrate. You hear their laughter, but you can't truly join in, if you know what I mean. And it doesn't pass until it passes and when it does, it really does feel like an irksome memory ("What the heck was up with they way I was thinking last night? Glad that's over. On to the next thing....")
I think life is made up of individual moments (and our awareness of them) all strung in a row and some of those moments are the ones when we stop and look inside and take stock. And in that moment between breaths the big questions show up and tap us on the shoulder and we have to sit with them awhile. And then we take the next breath and we move on but we take a little of that wisdom with us.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2006-01-16 06:21 am (UTC)Sometimes, the loneliest place to be is when you're surrounded by friends but you feel like you are inside a plastic bubble through which no real emotion can penetrate. You hear their laughter, but you can't truly join in, if you know what I mean. And it doesn't pass until it passes and when it does, it really does feel like an irksome memory ("What the heck was up with they way I was thinking last night? Glad that's over. On to the next thing....")
I think life is made up of individual moments (and our awareness of them) all strung in a row and some of those moments are the ones when we stop and look inside and take stock. And in that moment between breaths the big questions show up and tap us on the shoulder and we have to sit with them awhile. And then we take the next breath and we move on but we take a little of that wisdom with us.
I send you big hugs.