If You Travel Far Enough

I don't know why I am attracted to images such as these.  Right now, they are all I have, but even before I was limited. . . .  There is just something that makes me look twice. 

I can't say much about my life at present.  It is in limbo, on hold.  Days turn into weeks, into months, and I try to look ahead without sadness or anger.  Yesterday, though, I felt as though I'd been run over by a truck.  The left side of my body was swollen and sore and I just wanted to lie down.  At work, I put up a macho front.  At home, I try not to seem too tired.  Three months ago, I could look you dead in the eye.  I had confidence.  I wasn't prepared for this, so I am playing it as it lays, as they say.  I am learning as I go. 

There is an age where you look around and everyone you know is dealing with something and many more than just one thing.  You are among an army of the walking wounded.  If you travel far enough, you will come to it as the poet once said.  It seems truer than almost anything. 

I must not allow myself to get sad.  And so I away to face the uncertainties of the day. 

Selah.