When does one say ENOUGH and then walks away? When does one stop fighting and just surrender? When is it time to burry the dead and let the living carry on with the task at hand? When? When indeed...
Last night I dreamed for the first time in many nights. The dream woke me and there was something about it that I really wanted to remember... something to do with family or friends and I was so excited and happy, but when I got up this morning all memory of it was gone. All I could do is remember I had a dream and there was something good in it, but like so much of me today I couldn't really recall it...
The years go by one by one they slip through our fingers... only to become memories and as time goes by the memories begin to fade and we forget things and before we know it our heart as become as stone... hard and cold. Yes we are alive, but there's a big difference in being alive and living.
