Oh, Uncertainty

I am so tired of uncertainty. I feel as if I am walking through a fog. I cannot plot a route, or choose between two roads. I cannot even see to know that I am at a crossroads, let alone decide which path is best. I cannot see even to take my next step, for if I move my foot may strike unsteady ground, or perhaps no ground at all, but only empty air. For in the mist, though I may stand at the cliff-edge, I will not know it. So what else is there to do for me to but stand and wait and hope for the fog to lift?

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Things That Fill Me With Happiness (A List)

• A good book
• Cottages in the forest
• Crochet sweaters
• Empty journals waiting to be filled
• Enchanted princes
• European villages
• Flowers painted on the inside of teacups
• Hot chocolate
• Letters tied with ribbon
• Miyazaki movies
• Pearls
• Pintucks, lace, and ruffles
• Portrait miniatures
• Red-striped 18th century dresses
• Sunlight dappling on grass
• Taking pictures
• The spots on a fawn's back
• Unexpectedly finding some wonderful, longed-for item
• Waking up to snow
  

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I am shipwrecked...

In the middle of the ocean I am alone, clinging to a piece of driftwood. All my paddling, all my energy and direction is fruitless. For every inch of headway I make, another great wave comes along and sweeps me back to square one again. My fate is not my own, my destiny lies somewhere in the currents and the waves, and I do not know where they will take me. I may wash up on a friendly shore, or smash to pieces on the breakers, or perhaps I will just float and float here until I cease to be. On the sea a compass is just a pretty bauble, and courage is something to leech the strength from your bones. On the water you cannot hope, you cannot think, you can only drift, aimless on the tide, and pray.

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