Photo copyrighted by VMS November 2011
Even a chameleon’s life is tremulous and he has his cross to bear. Will he survive another day? Another cold winter? Will someone step on him or trap him in a world not of his own making? How unsimilar, yet similar his life is to ours? Will he not die if stepped on or suffer? Do we, like him, also have the ability to adapt to the environment around us?
The truth of the world to him in this photo is that the plants are plastic and the grass and soil in this flower box are fake. Is this what our world is like, I ask myself? Are we all wearing masks and dealing with a plastic world? Are the people around us real or fake as most of us try to grasp for the gold ring? Do we all have our own crosses to bear and survive? Life is not easy for most of us, but it is worth living because we have the ability to change things if we have the strength, perseverance, and fortitude to do so. “If” is the big word here. If…
1/15/12, my heart and mind are weary, as Marcus would say when his damaged brain has been overtaxed…
My heart, my mind, and my soul are weary. What path do we take next?
Where do we go from here?
Who do we trust? Who do we believe in?
How do we handle the world around us? How does Marcus handle the world around him that is against his very makeup? Against his very being?
Will we take the right turn or the left at the end of this road?
Where will this journey called life take us?
Will we find what we are searching for or will it find us?
Will we survive the journey in the search for the truths we expect to find, which no longer exist?
Is our belief in the honesty of mankind gone forever?
Can God be the only one we can trust and believe in? He makes us no promises? Surely Marcus has had none with his brain damage at age eighteen, the loss of his son at age twenty-three, and prison at thirty-five.
What will Marcus’ future bear? What will his days be like in a place with no choice, no peace, no truth, and no honesty?
Do any of us know what will happen next?
Are we all just players in this game called life where some of us win and some of us lose?
Where do we turn to next?
Where do we go?
Will we find peace in our hearts? Will we find our own peace within our own beings somewhere, sometime?
Will we ever be able to forgive those who have trespassed against us?
Will we be able to trust again? Will the next man we meet tell us the truth or another lie for our money, for our homes, our lives, or even our very souls?
Who will help us? Who will even care?
Each night these questions keep me awake till the wee hours of the morning?
What will happen next?
What will the new day bring?
Will the new day bring hope, happiness, fear, pain, or even death? None of know what tomorrow will bring.
Will we, all of us survive to meet the new day? Some of us will not!
These are the many questions that I am not alone in pondering. In these questions we all share a common bond in our thought processes. These are the questions we all dream about. The questions we all think about. The questions we all question about. These questions make us human. These questions make us strive for the answers if not in our very beings, then located out there somewhere.
Do we have the strength, perseverance, and fortitude to change, to grow, and to survive the un-niceties of life? Only time will tell.
Hope, Health, and Happiness,
Vickie
PS: Can you tell I haven’t had my coffee yet?
