rambling

as i sit here

my heart grows heavy.

it is harder for me to stand

to think

to write

to do

anything

i don't really know what to think

should i even bother

that thought doesn't even cross my mind anymore

so things haven't always gone the way i'd like them to.

but is that so bad?

things sure would be boring if everything happened the way i wanted them to.

do i always enjoy the challenge? of course not

but when things do go my way

i can appreciate it

so

much

more...