Reading harold_maude's journal

To bed, to bed, little sparrow, to dream as you will.
Tomorrow will come soon enough and will take care of it's self and you.

So many nights when I sit down here to write the things that go on in my head, I try to stay focused. That doesn't always work. Sometimes it's a crazy battle for the mear act of concentration that can be so elusive. It's maddening sometimes.

But tonight as I ponder over a journal entry I just read I find that the act of concentration is easy. Reading from the pages of someone's life as though it's just you and them sitting in a room and talking about the things of life have a way of pushing everything else out.

There is a good chance that many of the people here I will never have the oportuntiy to ever meet face to face.
It would be nice to think that maybe someday that might change, but for now at least, I find that reading these pages at the end of the day is a good time to think about thoes who have written them, and now their a part of my life.

If any one has seen the movie phenomon you understand the scene where John Travolta is talking to the two children about sharing the apple. How it becomes part of us and lives on forever.

That's how I feel. Like the pages I read and the lives I have enteracted with have become part of me...
and if the road takes us in two different directions I will always carry you in my heart, for you have shaped places there that are your own.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.