Was once day I thought I would never forget, and I never did.
I cannot say it was sunny because it was not.
I cannot say it was cold and moderate because it was not.
What I can say is……if it was either one of those the way I felt that day, anything more or less would have well been another day.
But it was not.
It was so much that day
So may emotions running through like, why me? Why now? Why ever? Was it meant to be? What is meant to be? Was it what was meant to happen to me?
To identify myself with what happened I refer to it as the thing that happened that day.
Will I ever see it for what it really is?
Am I in so deep in denial that I cannot accept reality for what it really is?
Because sooner or later some other thing will happen and, at that time I have to know what it is meant to be.
Can I avoid it? Can I run?
Can I duck and let it miss me?
What is it?
Can I see it?
Do you know when it will happen?
If you knew, would you tell me?
Maybe if I understood the lesson I would learn, I would have just shut up and listened.
They always tell me
I did not give you a chance before because I did not listen and because I did not listen, that is why that thing happened to me.
Yes, I know now.
That is why that thing happened to me.
Thank you for listening.
I figured it all out by myself.
Now I will be quiet so I can listen to you.