Stories

Into the Known Unknown

   One day soon I will leave here to become what I am meant to be.  But not predestined,  no it will be controlled, by my decisions, by my choices, by my will.  No one promised me  continual happiness, not even God. Happiness comes in short spurts woven in between commitment, responsibility, work, grief, heartache, anger, outrage, and exhaustion.  I think the saddest and most pathetic ones are those who cannot enjoy and cherish those moments of joy but rather dwell upon the in-between then eventually cope with pills, or worse, booze or drugs.
   But I go... because my future is out there.  And like a cave diver, I go with a safety rope of family and friends attached, so as not to forget where I came from but into the dark and exciting unknown I travel.  

(to be continued . . .)