Well I will be an old fart after this weekend. Monday clocks my 35th year on this planet. I guess my youth has passed and now I look to the future of mid-life and greater understanding. Perhaps I will come to see equality in marriage and love unbound by hate and bigotry. Maybe I will witness two people joined by one love not denied by the narrow minded idocrats. I hope for humanity and compassion, not for struggle and strife. I feel change coming in ways nobody has imagined. I know not what it may be, but I feel it. I dare not to glimpse into the future for I want the path before me to remain a secret. Not a page in a book already written. These pages that have yet to be revealed lay as blank parchment awaiting the deliberate stroke of a pen. Each stroke just a fragment of our lives that comes to past in the very moment we take that step, utter that thought and chase that doubt. Each decision we make and every road we take that pen will always stroke laying its mark forever on that parchment fading into time as we march ever onward into the future.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 05:20:16 +0000
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