waterviolet

Life is what I'm talking about. It continues on without much thought that it is "in action" of continuing - it just does. It unravels on it's own, it knots and turns, it stretches out before us until one day it just ceases being the comfortable constant expectedness we assume it will be.

Nothing ever stays the same for long. Some find a certain kind of sweetness in that fact, others, fight with the feeling of instability. I'm not sure to which side I sway most, I like to think I'm simply accepting of it. What other way is there for me to be? Life happens...period.

I miss things though. I do. But, I suppose the value is recognized through the actual act of "missing" or having something in life that is "being missed". I should be thankful for that - and I am. The act of missing is right up there with recognizing and appreciating what is missed - that's special.

Anyhow, I ramble. I need to explore the depths. All that's left to do is take a deep breath, (hold it) and dive in!

~splash~