Muse

Thalia is the greek goddess of muse.
She's playing with me...
and I'm not quite sure what she is trying to say.

Life is hard, man. Life is point blank hard. Sometimes I feel like I can conquer the world...other times, like today, I wonder if I can just make it through another 24 hours. It seems like such a long time, but it really isn't. It will slip right on past me...I won't even notice until its gone and then I will wish that I had it back.

But I can't.

I can't have any of my past back. I cannot go back and though I can hang onto it if I wished...I can't do that either. If I'm not moving forward then I am moving backward. There is no inbetween. Turning the page of each new day grows harder and harder...if I don't keep moving forward, I'll never see the end of my story.

I like how I am vague with everything I have written. Why is life hard? What pages? What part of the past am I talking about? Why is moving forward so hard?

isn't it sad, that on this journey, you really only walk with one other person? People float in and out of your life...you don't see them coming, when they're here its hard to remember what life was like without them, and when they're gone...theyre gone. And you miss them. And its hard for awhile...but you always move on. You may never forget them...you may even want them back. But you always find yourself still living...still dreaming...still fighting for whatever it is that we fight for on this earth.

I wish it weren't that way...