The Yellow Brick Road

Moving forward into an uncertain future has its dark moments. It's suppose to be such an illuminating time for self discovery and an exploration of what ever comes along in your journey. Still there are spots in that road that has a shortage of light. The dimness that starts just before the darkness consumes everything around you is most deceiving! You feel upon approaching this dim lit area that it won't be so bad, till the ambiance turns into lightless abyss. Leaving one alone in the thoughts that manifest itself into despairing smog. Thick enough to suffocate your hearts rhythm. Powering through such a path is almost instinctual, but with some more than others we only realize once in almost a paralyzingly state that patience and steadiness of ones own soul is what prevails these short dark paths. A sense of acceptance of this patch of this abysmal land that will inevitably come across your stream of your yellow brick road, is what indeed will get you through it. 

  It's in this unscripted performance we call life that these paths appear more often than moving forward. We persevere or we die. That is our plot. We either survive long enough to appreciate death or we die before having the blissful knowledge of anything meaningful. Inexperienced in the arts of the unscripted role of life. Trust, something that we in the majority of our scenes think we have or own. Until it's broken, fragile like a piece of fine China, once it's broken the possibilities of it return to its original strength, to its own self is impossible. Yes impossible!!! You can glue that China together with the finest glue science can offer, but it will no longer be the same as when you first unpackaged it.

 Love, another strong and fickle major part of our scene! In its many forms. Family, love for ones family is a foundation of futures for most. Friendship, the summation of who you are outside your family. The people that make us who are with a sprinkle of our own uniqueness of course. The more intriguing one, (for me of course) lovers/intimate partner! Ahhh yes the ability to share a part of your soul with someone that in turn is doing the same. Deep I know, people rarely see it this way. The fickleness of love has arrived due to its saturation by the masses. Attraction is the new love, and lust is its coconspirator. 

 I'm blanketed by these thoughts and retreat within myself, as I travel this path. Uncertainty and doubt follow above like a cloud readying itself for a shower of potential pain, as to prepare me for the upcoming dimness that soon plans a tryst with my walkway. With my heart steadfast I prepare for the smog that I have passed before at all my prior dark patches and steadily remind myself, that I can get through this one, just as I have done before. Through the pain, the agonizing reminders, and the gut wrenching tightness my heart feels I will emerge back on my illumines yellow brick road scathed but unbroken...