Must every day be a new beginning? I guess and suppose that is why earth is round, the sun is round. I think the trick is to leave a little of the broken up space dust behind and let it collect into some sort of alien planet, a rock dragging somewhere far behind you. Take what you need and leave the rest…put it in the bin, on the cart.
I have decided? to let things be and just keep a-goin. My past life, the married part will have to sit unresolved. We cannot talk, there is nothing but anger, resentment. Not useful. His life is now his, mine, mine. No resolution, only memories. There were good memories as well as bad. The end result is a draw. We fired our weapons at stars and neither one of us hit anything. Holster the whole thing and move on like two space cowboys, dragging their carts.
There are in life, things that cannot be resolved. Grief is one. It is a stone to carry and you just have to carry it. Maybe put that stone in the cart and drag it along with you. At least that will leave your hands free to continue living. You still will always have the stones in the cart. Dragging the cart seems easier, you get kind of used to it, your muscles build up a little and on you go. It doesn’t get easier, really…each new stone becomes part of the load. By the end of our time, we make look all beat up and worried down to nothing but we are incredibly strong then. Death becomes nothing, a walk in the park?
hahahahahahaah— Wonder what’s for dinner?
Robert On The Air 