The vast majority of people will not read this and yet I struggle with my composition. Why do I care? Very few people will read this and yet, I am a slave to the blog. I've made a commitment and I do no want to fail. I do not want to disappoint the few followers I have. I am a victim of my own enslavement. Strapped to the keyboard with nothing but my own ideas. Expression is usually a liberating experience but tonight it is my chore. Something I am compelled to complete, like walking the dog or taking out the trash. It has to get done, but I am remiss about my obligation. There are other things I would rather do tonight but I follow through with my task. I am a slave to my blog and I will do as instructed but I will wish for better circumstances. Tonight is one of those nights where I hope for something better but I work with what I have.
There are times in all of our lives when we wish for a different landscape. Give me flowers and I want trees. Give me trees and I want fields. Give me fields and I want sun. Give me the sun and I want the moon. Give me the moon and I want stars. Give me the stars and I want the words. Give me the words and I'll write you a script that delivers your dreams, but it's your task to decipher the dream from reality...there is always work to be done.
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