The Journey

Yesterday a thought came inside me "why am i fighting when i know i have already lost" the answer came" because i have to". there are times when you want security and comfort, the touch of a soft hand that means its all right, the caress of a comforting voice that tells you that you are not alone.yesterday was one of those times. i feel like a wandering minstrel, roaming around endlessly in search of some illusory divinity that will tell me the meaning of living, and fighting. the search is on.