Quiet time alone...

Somewhere, in that moment of truth – the one where you begin to recognize the universe from under your blankets – somewhere in there, lies what makes thinking worth it. Somewhere deep down, we really don’t want to understand. It’s all confusing and a mess. Who really wants to deal the deluge that’s to come when you break open the damn of pondering? But without it, there’s nothing to know and nothing to excite, so we go on and try to cope with it anyway.

Somewhere in there is my answer. Somewhere in myself, deep under my own blankets, surrounded by nothing but the universe, with unending possibilities, is myself. Me. Simple, little me. And I stand before the judges, naked, but knowledgeable. And I stand proud - not of what I have done, but of who I am. For I may have made a long list of mistakes, but I’m still standing and still learning. I am the survivor. I’m trying at least.

So while none of this may make any sense to anybody anywhere, know that somewhere, hope exists. Somewhere in this universe.

Happy Holidays.

Joanna.