Another dead-end street...

He looks out into the water and up deep into the stars. He begs the sparkling lanterns of light to cure him of himself - his past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon his shoulders. Failures plagued him. Things he had omitted or ignored, neglected. What he should have given and hadn't. He felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment. And there are different ways to fail for sure. Imperfection is inevitable. That's life. His dream broke, and he's been picking up shattered pieces, and blaming himself while his hands bleed.

My heart in lockdown...

Here is a story that’s stranger than strange. Before we begin you may want to arrange: a blanket, a cushion, a comfortable seat, and maybe some cocoa and something to eat. I’ll warn you, of course, before we commence, my story is eerie and full of suspense, brimming with danger and narrow escapes, and creatures of many remarkable shapes. Dragons and ogres and gorgons and more, and creatures you’ve not even heard of before. And faraway places? There’s plenty of those! And menacing villains to tingle your toes. So ready your mettle and steady your heart. It’s time for my story’s mysterious part.

Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don't give much thought to yesterday, don't worry about tomorrow, live in the moment, and trust that your existence has meaning even when the world seems to be all blind chance and chaos. When life lands a hammer blow in your face, do your best to respond to the hammer as if it had been a cream pie.

To believe in a miracle...