What is this that we wander around so. It is quite overwhelming or perhaps enamoring. We can be saved yet still can wander. No longer lost but like sheep without a master wandering to and fro. But we do have a master, great and powerful, true and holy.
To speak of other continuing elements of this world to which we most fall prey. Enamorment with a certain other than our own. Why do we get enveloped so? In the midst of our running to and fro we see some other and drop our step. Some flush profusely and others connive endlessly. Our minds step into high gear with hopings and plannings of something so dear. But to our dismay, unnoticed we go by the derailer of our day. We try and we hope and some even pray. For these things we think good, however evil or sweet our minds might be. For at times we have a short wait and others a long strife. But come it does and dreams are crushed. Dreams, like their namesake, are built on dreams, not elements founded in reality. Crashing through our lives this hope turns to torment. We live yes, but wonder how and why and even if it is worth doing so. But time, the nocturnal enemy, always slips by. Whether through our fingers or hair, gone it must be. Though for some short and others long, a memory our shattered dream has become.
One might think to stop here, but no, on the charade goes. Visions of fancy must again dance through the stage of our minds and play out in some way in our lives. Again, only to be built up and torn down with rue. But we yet continue. Continue to advance we perceive. Where, we are not quite sure but still we know we are travelling onward.
But back to the start. Where are we at? Still proceeding to some goal? Well yes, actually. After all, we are chasing something that is only in our minds but echoes in this world. That is why we never arrive nor grasp. That is why we wander around in the world so lost.
Labels: enamor, life, wander
