The blank spaces between the lines of lined paper have always been an inspired space of endless possibility. Here is where hope lives eternally, here is where demons might be slain, here is where the heart could break open in ways that elicit tears or love or hurt or happiness or hate or hilarity – all of life resides in these blanks bits.
Trying to makes sense of the world – this world at this particular moment – is probably a fruitless endeavor, but if we can’t get a fruit, perhaps we can at least coax out a flower or a few.
I’ve grown enough to realize that diminished expectations are much better than great ones. Modifying and managing life is easier than slashing and burning and rebuilding everything from the ground up. Call it laziness or call it wisdom – in the end it’s all the same. Perspectives shift. Lives evolve. People change. Would you sacrifice tomorrow just to have me here today?
