"To change is one of the great dreams of every heart – to change the limitations, the sameness, the banality or the pain." — John O'Donohue, Benedictus
Somewhere out there exists a new life.
Not better, nor worse: just different.
We talk endlessly about change and sometimes act, but mostly we're riven with self-doubt to the point of exhaustion.
I'm at a stage in my life where I've done the same thing many times, and whilst I know that 'it' is what it is, that doesn't stop me questioning if this is it...for the rest of my days?
I don't know.
And I won't know until I bridge the gap between what is, and what might be.
If this little riff sounds a little forlorn, my sincere apologies.
But I can only write what I can write.
As I type these few words, I find myself listening to Jimmy Somerville singing the song Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Hair. It feels right — not too bleak, not too romantic, not too anything.
Perhaps that's how I should embrace life.
As it is and always has been.