I'd Tried Enough To Know That Anything

I Write Human Stories. I Write About People. Not As A Product Of Their Environment. But From The Stance That Everybody Is Made Of The Same Thing.

Life Is Funny Isn’t It? Just When You Think You’ve Got It All Figured Out, Just When You Finally Begin To Plan Something, Get Excited About Something, And Feel Like You Know What Direction You’re Heading In, The Paths Change, The Signs Change, The Wind Blows The Other Way, North Is Suddenly South, And East Is West, And You’re Lost. It Is So Easy To Lose Your Way, To Lose Direction. And That’s With Following All The Signposts

Two Lost Things That Had Survived The Seas And Arrived On A Coastline. What Did They Do? They Implanted Themselves In The Sand And Grew Into Trees And Lined The Beaches. Sometimes A Lot Can Come Of Being All Washed Up. You Can Really Grow.

Paths Are So Much Clearer When People Stop Looking At What Everyone Else Is Doing And Instead Concentrate On Themselves ~gabe

Alone Or Not, You Gotta Walk Forward.