Some times we must actually face a day we could not imagine might actually come.

I think I have to let go of a “thing” in order to hold on to a hope. Or, possibly another way of thinking/ saying this is: I must lose something to represent hope for the best possible future (for all involved).

I suspect that sacrifices can represent the elimination of both good and bad from our lives in the sincere hope the result is the best possible outcome. Rather like building up momentum in a burst-speed work-out. For me, the expectation must be that this represents a stronger foundation for a future where I am both fully optimized, and have some how facilitated the best interests of others.

But, damn… I feel so alone. I have lost a vital connection.

Are we stronger in the desert? When I emerge, will I be the same? I hope not.

Internally, what I think I am processing (and, no one can seem to help me) is that I am casting out, and also losing both a bad thing, and a good thing. I can only pray that the result is a better thing.

Either way, the end result has to be me representing and reflecting, and not that which I want; but rather, that which I need.

For the moment, I do have a goal. And, that is to earn a prize. I have to trust that objective represents the beacon I require to shed the appropriate light on my path that enables me to make everything else works.

…sigh.  Obviously, I am struggling with my words today. I keep reading this post, and remain unhappy with the choice of the oft repeated word “thing”. Perhaps this is, if only one of many, reasons why I feel at such a loss for words with this current challenge.

You can expect more later. And, as many of you know, I will likely pop back in and revise this post a couple times throughout the day.

Meanwhile, please share a story with me, if you dare (it will be our global secret).

Its been awhile since I shared my music with you. Here is some American Rejects with The Wind Blows (I understand an actual video is in the works, with an end of April release date. I am sure that will be preferable to this static cover shot).

Peace to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork