So, I went to buy kolache's for the office just now and I saw what can presumably be called a high school kid walking down the road. It's kind of cool out there so they were wearing a large parka. Anyway, I saw this person walking at the other end of the road (the length being about 2 miles) and it being kind of dark, I didn't notice anything but the extremely large backpack. As I returned to the building, I stepped out for a cigarette (the building being on the other end of the road) and there they were, trucking along, but this time I noticed a slight limp. All I could do was think, what makes a person so diligent? This person is trudging along the road, and aside from whatever pain or discomfort, they continue walking, almost as if they are drawn to some ultimate end. Ultimate ends...what end is there but THE ULTIMATE END? What makes people strive for something? I stood there watching, wanting to walk with the person, ask them about their life, their essense, mainly because I can't imagine such a power. I'm not as focused as this individual seemed. I found myself wanting to learn from this person whatever it was that they could teach me. Then, i also felt a loneliness. It seemed that as this person walked down the road, there was some loneliness that went with them. Almost as if they had to leave something behind to move forward. Or, it could be that this person had to run from something. All these things intell some sort of withdrawal from a circle of comfort, a known security. At that strong emotion, I wanted to yell, something along the lines of, "It'll be alright". Imagine how creepy that would have been, but imagine what kind of comfort that would have said to a wandering soul, left in the cold, left in the dark, in pain and agony.

The world is a sad place when you are alone. The color fades and the sound becomes muffled by the constant chatter of happiness that doesn't reside within you. No connection, no love, no embrace.

I wish you all a colorful world filled with familiar sounds.