Inaugural blessing

One would begin to reflect upon one's action wondering why one has ventured into this realm of digital diary-entrying.
I'm trying hard to understand my own actions but perhaps like all 'bloggers', we want to believe that someone out there would read and empathise, would comprehend the private made public. Yet the private is so coloured by it's public nature that it no longer can be 'truth' in whole.

How does one forget someone? Time heals all wounds? Perhaps ... yet the seams tear easily again when an event, incident or a memory surfaces to wash the grains of emotion into consciousness. Is time the universal remedy or are we merely deceiving ourselves. I don't know.

Why has that person returned yet again, only to shred the fabric of the new life I had begun to sew and strengthen? Perhaps I haven't quite moved on. Perhaps I really haven't comprehend the reason for the return - was it to try again, or was it to seek finality and resolution? Seems I have more questions than I myself can possibly find answers to.

"Even heroes have the right to bleed ... Even heroes have the right to dream". I'm no hero. I've just tried to be the best person I could possibly, touching lives and imparting what wisdom I have. But what happens when the wisdom one imparts is insufficient to explain the pain one experiences. Change is inevitable yet change may not necessarily be positive - it's often an attempt at darwinian survivalism. Like a nymph shedding its cocoon, we leave our old lives behind hoping for a new and better one yet that which emerges often comes with broken wings.

Hhhhmmm ... an aura of pessimism obscurates this blog. What can I find joyful in life? Well ... many things. Things for another ponderance.