We all need to create the story that will make sense of our lives – to make sense of our daily tasks. Yet each night the doubt returns, never fails – howling through us, an unstoppable force. Without doubt there can be no faith, and what is faith, not tested? So, the push and pull that is life goes on. It never stops, never rests. It cares not if you’re tired, in need of a break.
Being alone does funny things to you. Your mind starts to wander, starts to search. It wrestles with the good, the bad, the hurt, the happy, the everything. Things you had long forgotten reappear, often at the most random times, in the most random places. Is there significance to that, a reason? Perhaps.
I don’t know, and I don’t try to; it just is what it is.
