leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- War and the movie and the big things I find it hard to believe that we are in what we are in. War. The word itself seems unreal. Like unicorn or faerie. A made up thing that happens only in movies. There has been another war during my lifetime, but I was young. It didn't even faze me. Teenagers are invincible don't you know. Nothing touches them. Last summer my sweet, smart nephew looked his mother in the eye and said "Oh. When's dinner?" after she told him the doctor found a mass in her brain. Your world is different when you are young and that is exactly as it should be. Though some are ancient from childhood, so I suppose I shouldn't spout generalities. I was talking about me to begin with and I should go back to that. I'm waiting for the plot twist; waiting for those last few minutes of the movie when I realize what is going to happen; the inevitable ending. Despite denial and me, making fast friends, reality has certainly brought perspective. These things are small: WorriesBills Hope Pleasure Pain Future These things are big: Love Faith Forgiveness Joy Those Beloved Now The world is so very big and so very small. We are a conundrum. We are magic by the simple fact of existance. God bless and keep us all, no matter what we believe. 8:44 a.m. - March 20, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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