a sense of purpose
October 29, 2006
catesbool
skies turn grey and white, blocking out the sun. i wonder, where do they come from and why are they there?
lions sit quietly on the wall, not moving an inch. what do they care? they are just there for people to stare.
this morning, mass was said and father sjaak’s 20th anniversary as a priest was celebrated. many thanks were said and people were happy in all the festivities.
i look at him and he seems to be at peace, confident in his chosen path and looking as if he never had to endure any of fate’s wrath.
i went back, feeling the chilling air in my bare hands and bones. as i clear away the mugs, the glasses and the plates, a thought hits me.
why i lost myself in den haag is why i lost myself. i did not have a sense of purpose and i lost my cause.
this period of my life is simply an interim. i will go back and what i have here would seem just like a reel of film.
the clouds begin to break and sneak peeks of blues emerge. i write down my thoughts and wait for the time when i have to sit down to my data again where for days, i will be submerged.
i have found my sense of purpose and it hurries me up to a pace. i am hurrying to warmth where i know, loved ones wait for me in my rightful place…
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