a millenium later

destiny can be cruel and confusing. i suppose some of us are meant to be great. so the rest, mediocre ? or is it just that we fell off our preordained path. what makes one great anyway ? will we always be judged by how much money we have ? is that truly what successful means ? the lower class works hard too. with little gain. why must they stand beside the pedastal and watch others rewarded for "greatness." i despise this reality. i say the greatest of us are those who have found peace and happiness. screw money, politics and whatever else society deems important. i think i was born in the wrong era.

a road, a story

the sky was dark. the road was becomming more narrow. the path ahead seemed foggy and bleak. the canteen was almost empty. thirst was taking over. only two outcomes were possible. death or be saved.

the walk became a crawl. sustenance was all but gone. when all the light was gone, it became useless to open one's eyes. there was no hope, no future. the path was just rocks and dirt. no longer having a form. no longer a reason.

rolling over on one's back, a new revelation was realized. the light was not all gone, for the stars still illuminated the night. without a path to follow, the midnight glow was reason enough to open one's eyes.

wandering, lost, lacking hope and direction. just enough energy for a few more breaths. and then it happened. a hand reached out, giving a reason to stand up and walk again. a voice whispered, "you can do this."

suddenly all feeling rushed back. emotions took shape. desire fueled the journey. it was not over yet. for once the end of the path is reached, he will be there.

a morkie and a yorkie

a life abused and then forgotten. fallen into my hands. the burden i anticipated soon lifted by feelings of love and sympathy. and now i wonder which furball is more of a hassle. he knew within the first hour that i was his new mama. i do feel the princess misses having 100% attention, but i know she has accepted him as little brother. its true you can't save every creature in need. but what is the point of living a life devoted only to yourself. i am not the mother i would have been today. but if i was, i might not have these lives to care for. some see the life of a small creature as expendable as spare change. but i owe these creatures as much as they owe me. i will love them forever.