The road across

I don’t know. I don’t know. Sometimes I do know but most of the time I don’t know. Something has got to be wrong or maybe it is just the way it is. Same story over and over and over. Just when you think you’ve got the hang of it you find yourself  lost again and back at square one. If only it would not always be so darned difficult. If only once it would be easy. Like it was. No it wasn’t. But the other end of the line knew how it was and made the road across easier or at least a little shorter. Thanks, that was really the best that could happen to me. I don’t know if I ever will find my way forward like that again, but if I do I’ll know who made it possible for me to believe it could be done at all. You see I have a great trouble in accepting the idea that it is possible for me to get across at all. It is the story of my life. Failures and steps not taken, roads not travelled because of fear, lack of courage and a good map. Well, dear readers, I won’t bother you any longer with my strange stories. Sometimes life is just throwing stuff at us that we only have to accept and deal with no matter what we feel or think or wish about it. Somedays, though, I’d like to have something to say about it.