The fluctuations of life, of living,

it is all around,

It is indeed the one thing we can count on,

that "this"never stays the same.

I'll tell you this though,

love is constant.

Sometimes we think we have lost it,

but we haven't,

we have only lost what we thought love was, what our idea of it was,

we never actually lost love at all.

I don't know who or what gave me the idea that life was supposed to be comfortable...

From this expectation, and the failure of life to live up to it,

a lot of frustration, anger, sadness, and disappointment has arose in me.

I am beginning to see things more clearly now.

Until we meet again,

XO

Meg