Tales and Journeys

I can never reach the horizon.

But it creates a heck of a good view being just where it is.

Without the horizon, I do not know which way to go, and even if I go the right way, I will wonder why I did so, without any sense of purpose.

Here I am again, talking about attitudes towards life. I lost faith for a while, but now I’m back. I believe I created something of myself through this journal, and leaving would be forsaking that. Now I choose not to.

What I accomplish in life has limited meaning. It is how I live my life that is most essential. What I choose to use as a background setting for whatever my life turns out to be. What I put my hopes in and what I choose to believe is true. When I have faith in something, I create a new section within myself. And this section can then give me the guidance and the answers that I need to achieve meaning in my own life.

So what do I believe in?

Love. The unconditional caring of other beings, that we all talk of yet never seem to understand.

I used to blame love for my hurts and wounds, but it was never love that hurt me. Love does not hurt. Lust and envy, however, does. Sadly, we all tend to believe in these things as well. But that does not mean that they need to be on my horizon.

True love is an ideal — we can always do better — so it is a perfect setting for a horizon. We can get infinitely close, but it will always be ahead to drive us further.

Or perhaps I’m wrong.

But I really like the view.