Stolen

June 21st, 2009 - Deep In Thought About Life... Meaning? During This, I Also Researched Other Interpetations Of "The Meaning Of Life". Interesting Answers. This Is Mine.
The Title "Stolen" Represents The Stolen Souls And Lives Of Those Who Never Got To Feel How I Feel. Also, The Definition Of "Steal" Being "to take or get something secretly, surreptitiously, or through trickery" Can Be Translated Into Each Of Our Lives, In A Way.
Honorable mention to Jason... You were in my thoughts when I wrote this... You always are.
Also very dearly to Sam, Alaina, Karissa, and Jada (♥)... Each and every one of you are gems in the world. Impossible to find another like it. Best things that have ever happened to me.
And, don't get mad... Eric. I know, I know. "You don't want to hear this shit". I know I hurt you. I know I was supposed to be there for you. I know not to expect forgiveness for a while. I just want you to know, I'm always here, and still thinking about you. And truly, immensly sorry for being so horrible to you and Skye. He sounds like a really great guy. And he's lucky to know you...




You always admire what you don’t truly understand.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to
love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language.
Do not now look for the answers.
They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.