I strongly dislike Blogger's policy on owning anything posted on here. I just wrote something I'd like to share with everyone... call it selfish, but they're my words and I'm keeping them... maybe I'll sing them to you all one day.
I can tell you what it's about though..... I've noticed ideal situations and amazing people often breeze through my life with a slight pause for only a short time. Maybe it's a wrong belief I've had that orchestrates these situations to be a reality in my life... that could be just it. In any case, I've noticed it and it bothers me. I don't like being sour about my observations, but I'm not sure what to do about the level of irritation I'm experiencing from stirring this around in my little contemplator head. Trains... they come and go. That's their job... it's their purpose... to bring people here and take people from here to other places. I see my life as a train station... I'm here chilling out... doing my thing and every so often a train rolls in. When this happens my breathing stops for a second... hoping nothing too crucial has to go, but excited to see what's rolling in. I'm happy for the trains... nothing good would be in my life if it wasn't brought here... with that in mind, nothing good would fit on the platform if other things didn't have to move on and leave. They have to go... there are other trains who's content will need space to play into the plot of my life. Sadly, it's been teaching my heart not to get too attached. There are few things I dislike as much as saying goodbye...
