It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A friend wrote to me - "Words, words, words. Means nothing. Neither do actions. There is nothing left I am convinced."
My response: "What is left is that concept or feeling, call it love or hope, that we have for our kids…so that they will figure it out or be sheltered from that reality. That’s what keeps us going I believe."
I am talking about purpose. I hate to say that word though, it gives me the creeps! Just like the word "journey". Ugh! As if there is some grand design we need to follow or adhere to. Even if there is, why would you? How would you really know?
The human condition is what I'm referring to. The human spirit. It is something bigger than words or even actions I believe. It is that driving force for good, evil, greed, inspiration...the point of carrying on. The reason to just do. The reason to just be. The reason to think.
There's an element of moving forward in thought or action, call it life...I suppose that just is it.
What I wrote is just words. The writing is just actions. Your response is just words, or just actions. I think.
Does this seem confusing? It is. Word.

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