Sunday, August 1, 2010

Lonely Soul

The seconds tick by, the minutes drag on, the hours and days blur into one another. There must be something better ahead. There is nothing for me to do but sit there and wait, hoping against hope that whatever it is comes sooner rather than later. Is it possible that there is something better in this profane life?

We're put here in this world to learn something about ourselves; there is truth to be learnt from everything, if we open ourselves to it. Once we have learnt what we needed to learn, we depart; death is but our souls ascending to a higher plane.

That is, at least, the thought that comforts me during the longest days and the coldest nights. For the reality is, I'm just another lonely soul.

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