A Beginning of Thoughts

Once upon a time ...

There were a thousand different stories. A million pages or more filled with names, and faces. There were fantastic tales of fantasy, and devastating memoirs of reality. And real commingled with imagined in such a way that it was hard to tell just where the line was drawn or crossed.

Once upon a time ...

There was an equal amount of light to compare with the darkness. And the darkness only lasted as long as it took for the sun to reappear along the horizon. And where there was no hope, hope still existed. It existed in solitary moments and in moments when you could be anything but alone, making its presence known like the first frost of winter, sharpening the fine green blades of grass into frozen portraits of stillness.

Once upon a time ...

We took chances to prove our worth. And gave in to the idea that our sense of worth was dependent on anyone other than ourselves. We sought perfection, only to prove that it didn't exist. And learned that happiness must be based on something more than somebody else's standards and ideals.

Once upon a time ...

We decided to live. To love. To laugh. To cry. To dream. To hope.