If I had but an hour of love,
If that be all it’s given me.
An hour of love; upon this earth,
I would give my love to thee.
~ Movie (The Lovely Bones)
~ Photo (c) Cynically Jaded

Sometimes, all you can do is brace yourself for the incoming storm.
And sometimes, despite your best efforts, you’ll still run aground.
Sometimes, the tide will come in and lift you up.
And sometimes, you’ll be so tired that you’ll want to stay put.
Regardless of your needs, your wants, your desires, or your pleas,
the storm will not abate…until you’re done.
(Stranded ship in Cape Town – (c) Cynically Jaded)
If the inevitability of death merely heralds the inevitability of eternity, then I must ask myself, “What do I want from eternity?”
More than happiness,
more than comfort,
I want peace.
Not peace in knowing that I have everything I need,
or everything I want,
but peace in not needing anything or wanting anything…
no contention, no yearning, no expectations.
Just the absence of clutter,
the absence of noise,
the absence of unfulfilled expectations,
and more than anything, the absence of needing to trust.
Instead, the presence of silence without a need to break it.
No needs, no wants, no desires, no anything,
just…peace.