Pieces.

Everyone, no matter in what capacity, has a past that precedes the current venture in which they are finding themselves partaking in. May that venture be a relationship, a new career, or just new path in life? Which ever that may be, the past before it creates blocks, curves, and twists in which we base our reactions to the new path that lies before us. Some of us pick up these pieces, one at a time, hoping that by the time we reach the end, we will have slowly but surely put them back together in the way they were meant to be laid out. Others just head strong their way through it, hoping without hope that eventually that end of the line is a hell of a lot brighter than the start of it. Either of us right, no one knows but we all must try out our own way of coping and prodding through. It’s the only way to survive this crazy world. It is never easy, finding out where we belong. Maybe we just can’t “belong” anywhere. Maybe we weren’t meant to just stay in “one” place. Maybe that is just a cynics way of verbally making her life seem better by stating what her life is what is supposed to be, rather than making what could be the path that should be.