One of the many fascinating things about people is how we use words and motion in communication yet rarely comes the day when these words, these movements come to represent our true intent. Too often it seems that what we do becomes far removed from our intended path. From there, we grasp hold of the side-rail and keep our palms slick; hoping for the smoothest ride possible. In time we may find comfort in our choices. In time we may not.
Idealistically we seek the kind of happiness we think we deserve. Yet often through time we miss the point of happiness and how it exists in constancy. It exists in the pleasantries of daily life. It happens in even the most mundane of occurances. It could be as simple as a step over a puddle without pain or it could be as difficult as over-coming an almost unbearable obstacle only to come out even stronger than you were before. Through it all we use words and motion to display ourselves. Those who persue their lives with passion need not observe the actions and reactions of other people. How could they? LLc 98.2
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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