If you could imagine writers block as something tangible, it
would have to be insurmountable. You
wouldn’t be able to reach destinations, known or otherwise, because the vastness
would be unsurpassable. It would have to
be the largest road impediment to prevent any kind of communication or travel. It is almost as if the work on this crucially
essential infra-structure will never be completed, they will be forever
altering the course of this passage.
Life has a funny way of reminding us that life does go on, regardless
of all the things it tosses in our path.
People, I must say, are conceivably the most substantial of all the
things it can toss at us, as they’re unpredictable. You have no way of knowing what people are
going to bring into, or take out of, your life.
There’s no real way to gauge the cause and effect of both events, as
your life will be forever changed by simple random acts.
Over the last few weeks, I have to say that I’ve gained and
lost a lot; I couldn’t even begin to describe or relay exactly who and what I’ve
lost. It would be easier to explain what
I’ve gained, as it seems like I’ve gained a fountain of youth. I have no delusions of grandiose, I’m not
talking a literal fountain of youth, but I do refer to the fact that with what
I’ve gained, I have an entirely new outlook on the way my life currently
is. I have found a reason to hope, have
faith and believe in something other than myself.
To those I’ve lost:
May you remember me as I do you; laughing at all the comedy, smiling at
the simplest of joys and reveling in the company of a fellow friend and
companion. Thank you for the way(s) you’ve
touched my life, the lessons I’ve learned won’t soon be forgotten.
