finding the meaning
We wake in the morning hoping for some semblance of meaning in our lives. The day begins as any other and much like days before. Since this day is so like others, we assume that there can be no other frame of reference and that the monotony of our life will continue each day as we seek out some form of recognition in this world. We seek in this life someone to comfort us and tell us its all going to be okay. We come back to familiar places and things in hopes of finding that happy place once again. The ones we knew as children when fairy tales were as true as the person that told them to you. The images blur as we grow older and the lines are not as distinguished as we once knew. We hold on to the memory of a lost love in hopes that that memory will comfort us until that next one comes along. We lose the things that matter and keep the things that destruct our mental fiber. Wake up zealous again with a new song in your heart. Wipe the slee...