A story

J’ai un aimee avec cheveux rouge.  Je t’adore.  Mais, ell n’aime pas.

My heart breaks for her.

My heart breaks for how happy we were.

It is not an uncommon story.

I wish it were not my story.

I do not think I can ever be happy again.

What is life?

We all work very hard.  I am one who has her life wrapped up with work.  But is my work my life?

What, truly, is life?

I spent some time with friends on Thursday and Friday (it is hard to not switch into French for simple things like days of the week!).  I had much fun and laughed a lot.  Is that life?

I think a balance is necessary to be happy.

I don’t think I am very happy.

Forbidden Fruit

I have heard a story of a girl and a pomegranate.

I have heard a story of a girl and an apple/fig.

I have heard a story of a little boy and a plum.

I have heard a story of a man and a wife.

I have heard a story of a demon and a baby.

 

There are many forms of forbidden fruit in our lives.  And in every story listed above (save the last) temptation is not something we can save ourselves from.  Is this true in every life?  Are there things that we cannot escape?  Or are we merely too weak to keep ourselves from the forbidden tastes?

What are your forbidden fruits?

Live

I give myself one year from today to prove to the world that I am worth it.

I give myself one year from today to make my life the life I want to live.

I give myself one year from today to prove to God that he did not waste his only begotten son on me.

One year from today, I will know what it is to live.

Care to journey with me?