a moment.

I say many stupid, thoughtless things. My mouth some times opens and words come out that are either offensive, rude, nonsensical or dumb. This is why i like writing. I can be clear, concise, well-prepared and complete. Sometimes however, words, be they written or spoken, escape me.

There are many bad things in this world. There are many bad people. There are many hurtful, sorrow-filled, depressing, hopeless circumstances. On the flip side, there are great things that happen for no reason. There are noble, honorable and good folk. There is love, joy, kindness and understanding.

In my mind, there must be a balance of both the good and the bad in order to produce a well-developed, fully rounded, understanding individual. People who know the two sides of the coin are more likely to reach out from a foundation of awareness and wisdom. They can help others achieve the same foundation, and from there, a better, more loving world. One that eventually, will strive for the good. Slowly, very slowly and carefully, we can leave that bad behind. I say slow, because we learn from the bad. It is the best teacher we can have on our path to good.

We must rally together, those from the opposite sides of the coin to come to a place of understanding, acceptance, and above all, the pursuit of Good and Love.

In the midst of this, we loose many along the way. People we thought we know. People we admired. People we loved, respected, related-to or trusted. Do we condemn them for their choices? No. this is not our place. We mourn the loss of a loved relationship, do what we can to to reach out to them, and understand that people are a delicate balance of understanding. There is good and bad. Sometimes, a simple side might overshadow the other.

People are people. People are flawed.

We must realize that things will not be the same and continue froward. Leaving the door open for the lost brother in the hopes that they will return to us on our journey for balance. understanding. good.

I have no wisdom. Only knowledge and that is sparse. I seek answers. I do not grant them. I hope one day i might. As of now, i am still on my journey, searching for balance. I will mourn the brother. But i will not condemn him. That is not my place. I hope for a glorious return so that we might continue the journey together.

But what do i know. Words, be they written or said, sometimes just escape me...