Lost Hope, Dreams, Love
Today all hope, love, and dreams are dead, as the imagination lay dormant. Does one grieve for what is lost, for what no longer exists, or do you use the only survival techniques you have learned over the years? I recently lashed out at someone that did not deserve it, and although it had been pointed out to me that my hurt and anger was being misdirected, I could not see it at the time. It took me a few days to realize the person I lashed out at had nothing to do with my hurt or anger, and I had to apologize. What does a person do when you get to a point of losing hope, love, dreams, and the imagination that creates your reality, when anger is mixed with love and you don’t know how to divide it into it’s proper place? Just as the song below, On My Own says, “I love him But when the night is over He is gone, the river’s just a river” and without imagination, love, hopes, and dreams, that is all it really is…the river’s just a river.
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