Survival’s natural as sorrow.
how come some seem to progress seamlessly? do they get to enjoy the fruits of their labour along the line or even savour the moment? maybe stopping for a drink will halt the progression or end the adventure….but what kind of joy can come from a steady path to an ordered life…..
There are times when one can become afraid and every aspect of survival becomes fuzzy. It can stifle, stop one dead in their tracks. At these times, a lot of unecessary self reflection takes place, which can be fine to a point. However, there is a point where this becomes detrimental.
There are two outcomes that can come of this; one, you could shrivel up and continue on this merry way or the other route can offer the light. At some stage, there is no further you can go, but in the total opposite direction and for this, some greater being provides a catalyst. It is up to the individual to claim it with both hands, welcome it like a guest of great importance into your home. There is no repentance, only the incredible desire to etch new stars in the sky.
hunter……check the magic ribbon hands
from 17 april 2008
summer is coming 
) better get my ass in gear
reminded me of first year at uni, many moons ago
for the lady and the tramp…..
classic!
just a song i seem to be listening to quite a bit at the moment……the video makes me laugh and reminds me of someone who has gone AWOL
some of my pics i took of the city
