Have you ever had that tired feeling, that feeling of why. Of course, we all have. It’s part of being human. I contemplate often, and it’s not always fluffy bunnies and flowers, lemmie tell ya. To be in the light is to recognize the dark. So the philosopher in me comes out occasionally, and I wonder why. What is this all for? Then the affirmations bombard from all directions. Affirmations are nice, don’t get me wrong. Oh, yes, can I have whipped cream with that. Thank you. Words are words, and too much melodrama makes me feel as though i’d eaten too many sweets; the words lose meaning and begin to make me ill. So much need to understand, that which cannot be understood. So much need for acceptance from others. Affirmations are nice to hear, but we don’t live in a vacuum, well, most of us. So I must wander alone at times, wake up and wonder “How did I get here?” And, “Does it even matter in the grand scheme?” Seriously, I was born, I learned, I walk around for awhile, then I go back from whence I came. Maybe my books will live on as I travel beyond, I sometimes think, or hope. Now, you might find this as a dark post, but it’s not. It’s a real post, about real feelings that I assume we all must bear at times. I am not depressed; I am exploring without fear. Now I must don my armor and write. If it be only for me. For, you see, it doesn’t matter if anyone ever reads a line I ever wrote. I’m tired. But that doesn’t matter. As long as this heart beats, I will find a way to love….