I am but one person in a vast expanse of many. My voice is quiet and many times gets lost when given among many. There are times when I wonder when this voice is quiet, once and for all, if it will be remembered, missed.
I have to trust that it will. It is a sad thought to think otherwise.
But what about those words that never get spoken – the ones that remain silent, running around in my head? The thoughts that sometimes haunt me in silent moments deep in the night, the ones that fly as if a whirlwind gone before they ever come into sight? Those words and thoughts that I am still trying to make sense of?
I am here, right now, in this spot, in this moment for some reason.
A reason I do not know, or one that my conscious mind cannot comprehend – but I know there is a reason, otherwise what would be the purpose?
Do you believe that you have a purpose, even if you do not consciously know what that purpose is? Do you ever wonder, when your voice is silent if others will remember?
Do you ever wander along the dark hallways of your mind, looking for a door that you know is there, somewhere in the silence waiting for you, and that when you open that door everything of your entire being will suddenly come into focus?
Do you ever just wonder?