Stories from the Market...2

What do we do when we wish to come true, and really be in touch with our feelings, when we have decided that maybe we have been lying to ourselves and where we are is not exactly where we should be? The universe does have a sense of humour; sometimes we are the object of humour; when we are always trying to be who we are not and where we are not supposed to be, and sometimes what we wish for is not always what we are ready to stick with. Of course we are all fallible, and any tale of being careful so as not to make mistakes is a lie born out of ignorance. But if we could let ourselves pause and think sometimes....are they always worth it? All the anticipation, expectation, or even our fantasy wishes for or from life. I understand that it is hope that keeps every man going each day, but do we ever wonder if our ‘hope’ are sometimes misplaced, if we are going ten-thousand miles an hour in the wrong direction. Anticipation does get disappointed and most times we are torn apart when they do. Devastation as a word may not even be able to describe how we feel when it does happen, and our feelings (which, like every emotional perspective in the world, are relative) evolve, almost volcanically, and anger being a part of them doesn’t make matters better. The world is a rotating ball: agreed, but that doesn't justify us trying to run faster than the destiny we pursue. Things are not always in black and white, that is why there are roses and velvet.