August 8, 2008
If today brings more of yesterday, I wonder why I bother to live another day. And yet quickly, today becomes the yesterday; and I find myself standing at tomorrow’s dawn to ask this same question. People chide such perspectives, reciting overworked clichés faded by ignorant tongues. Those people haven’t lived my life. I have to wonder if they would have even made it this far. This is not a path worn and well-traveled that many venture to forge. The brier thickens with thorns of raw truths cutting deep; and leaves the soul traumatized and scarred. Still, I move forward. Why?