A musing

Sometimes the day is kind, fond songs play on the radio, kind memories play across the backdrop of your mind.
And sometimes the day is a cruel being, sad songs litter all the channels, and every last failure that you have endured flagellate you over and over again.
The great grey stone cliffs of sadness have locked you into this terrible march of tiresome loneliness, step after ragged step that seems to lead to nowhere; an exquisite pain that reminds us of our fraility and humanity, of the consequence of bad choices and the chase of unattainable dreams that dance tantalizingly just outside of our grasp. The angels that fell were jealous of us for being God's favorite creations, even though they had never been saddled with this terrible interminable quest for safety and love, for this simple necessity of fulfillment. Our steps have marked the beaches of existence on the shores of time, but the waves lap up on the sands to hide our crossing, and remove the lessons that we have learned from those that follow after us. Doomed as we are to repeat these foolish missteps over and over again, life is a sweet and fascinating thing. Breathe in deep of it, relish it and taste all the facets of living, both good and so painfully sour; it is our gift and our curse to be. The tears that blind your eyes today are only there to wash away the grit so that you may see where better to step tomorrow; the crack in your voice but to clear it for the laughter and soothing words to be whispered to your love softly and with meaning when the time comes. Our flesh is weak, yet supple. It ripples with strength, and shakes with illness; but it will heal when it needs to. It is our carriage, but it is not our whole; that resides in our heart. Both can be broken, but in time will mend, and be all the stronger for it.