silent reverie

My nosiness always gets the best of me... deleting that self-addressed message now =)

Too often the right thing and the hardest thing are the same. And there's nothing more lonely than doing the right thing, because in the end, it boils down to you and your choices. That's it.

The world from the eyes of a sheltered girl is beautiful. It may be marred, but her only connection with this imperfection is to say a quick prayer for the less fortunate souls and remember, with dutiful gratitude, how privileged she is in comparison. But as she grows up, the reality of pain and imperfection begin to evolve from the unwelcome guests of her childhood to permanent pieces of her life's fabric. This creeping in often occurs somewhat earlier for most people. By the time the government grants them the right to bear the weight of legal adulthood, their weathered eyes are able to look out among the suddenly broader world and know that for all its promises, pain will always remain a constant. But as I stepped over into this arbitrary adult role, my eyes were only just adjusting to the darkness of this world, and more appallingly, the darkness in myself. I struggled to accept the reality that so many had already embraced, and found my pain jarring and confusing. I rem...

But I am no match for Mr. John Steinbeck ..