Still life of dry flowers in a glass vase - stock photo

Mourning is not always resigned for the dead
And, so I shall mourn you
The potential you waste
The intelligence you hide
Given over to hedonistic delights
No substance, no depth
You only value outward attractiveness
Ignoring true and lasting beauty
Reaching out to take hold of the body
As you ignore the soul
So, I shall mourn the living you
The selfish ,pleasure-seeking, shallow one
Who will in the end remain alone
When all beauty and youth are gone


Was Nothing Real?

The Truman Show is one of my favorite movies.

    Sail Boat on Lough Derg, Ireland - stock photo

There is a line at the end of the movie that had me in tears the first time I watched it.

Truman after living in a made-up existence, that he is not conscious of, tries to escape his world by conquering his fear of the water and sailing away…only to hit a wall. His whole reality is shattered, he breaks down unable to comprehend what is happening to him. A voice talks to him and he answers with this line that made me cry..” Was nothing real?”

I identity with Truman ,in a way, lost in religious dogma and for many years accepting all that was associated with that dogma, when reality hit, I asked the same question, ” Was nothing real?”  My world view was shattered on the ground, I had to find courage to “sail” to new places and reinvent myself.