I am a man who has been fashioned by accidents. Nothing on purpose have I ever done that has yielded any of the best of my fruits. I must wait for serendipity for any true advance of my dreams, yet still I try, and hope, that something of my plans will produce a precious thing. Yes, I stumbling press on in some direction even though I know it will probably be to fall into a pit. I think it may be that when I have tried hard enough, pressing against the walls of possibility, that some larger voice has pity on me and whispers in my ear the answer that I had been struggling to attain, or some other answer that I was not expecting at all. And so I will try, and try again, to go faltering my way through my dreams. What else can I do? I must give my best: try, and hope: there is nothing more.
buddy
3:48pm friday, 9th may
You have a very nice way with words - keep up the good work !
buddy