Accepting helplessness while maintaining hope is a formidable task. But I'm working on it. As I grow older, I'm slowly learning to live in peace even when unresolved problems circle overhead. I've learned to not take things for granted. I appreciate what I have, and if I want something I go for it.
Life's too short to worry about rejection or what other people think.
Through loss and maturity, my youthful myth of invincibility has receded. I've gained crucial perspective during the last few years, but it's during disconcerting times like these when I wish an answer would magically appear to show the purpose in life's tragedies. Hopefully, this tragedy will eventually prove to be a triumphant tale of strong will outfoxing disease. He finds the good in everything, so I'm trying to accentuate as best I can. I'm going to pray, something I do not do often.