Flowing Through Mountains

Wow.  Today sucked.

Let me just start by saying that I know I may not always do things “the right way”, but damn.  These past few months have taken me on one crazy emotional adventure.  Like the tides of an ocean flowing up and down the shores, my emotions have done the same.  I’ve gotten closer to some people, and others that I thought were close, are slipping away.

My eyes are open now.  What I see before me is one book closing while another one awaits, eager to show me what it has written on its pages.  It’s both sad and exciting.  Sure, it’s fun to finish a good book, but now you are no longer a part of that story.  So you set it aside, placing it among your favorite things and hope to remember the story forever.

Now what, you ask yourself.  Time for a new one I suppose.  But what kind of story do I want to read now?  What story will unfold before me at this point in my life?  That’s where the excitement comes in.  You hope for good times and many smiles.  Fun with friends and new romances.

I like to stay positive and hope that after hardships, comes something beautiful.  A new beginning if you will.  Like the trees that were burned down in a forest fire, eventually new growth sprouts up from the charred soil.  That’s what is happening with me as well.  I could easily take this situation, and become hateful or depressed.

Instead, I choose to make something beautiful.  I’ll create my own forest.