Passion and laundry racks
Life's been a bit tough lately. And sometimes, at night, I sit there and really wonder what this thing called life is all about. On the good days I know. It's about learning and loving - finding out who you really are, loving the ones in your life, adding to the universal understanding of everything, and following one's passion to do that. But on the really bad nights ... nope, can't find a reason for being here. (Don't worry, I've never been suicidal - just despondent). While I was lying in bed this morning, though, as almost always happens after a good night's sleep, I feel better. The cat is on my chest and throat, licking the side of my face and chewing on my ear. Snuffing into my ear in such a lovely, intimate way. He trusts me. He loves me. He wants breakfast. And life is okay. In the morning it is okay. So why am I here? What is that passion that I need to follow? I have a drive to find and maintain connections to the past. Always h