Points.

conundrums.
large, fat, giant, massive, ambiguous,
conundrums.
conundrums that seem to take your life,
and twist it, until you shout
"What in the Hell?"
and are left standing there, dumbfounded.
confused.
and ultimately,
alone.

loneliness isn't a horrible thing.
it isn't even that much a mistake.
unless you think about it.
unless you grieve upon it.
unless you have always depended on others, and when alone, you have no idea how to depend on yourself.
to care for yourself.
to make yourself your new best friend. your new confidant.
your new self.

i have learned in the past few days, that there are signs.
there are reasons for what people do and say,
and there are explanations for the unknown and the mysterious.
but sometimes,
the answers aren't easily explained.
they aren't even really answers, because sometimes,
we have no idea what the hell we are talking about.

things happen for a reason.
at least, that's what John Locke says.
that we may never view things as random, or uncertain,
because uncertainty just leads to doubt.
and doubt leads to failure.

success isn't whether the fact you have a steady job, or if everything in your life is going exactly the way you planned.
it's just the fact of being happy.
being content with how your life turned out, that even with the mistakes you've made, it's led you to this point.
this tiny little dot that tells you, "Congratulations! You have won success."
but success isn't winning, is it?

there may not even be anything like success.
maybe success is some imaginary thing made up so that people would strive instead of sitting on their asses day in and day out.
but i'd rather believe that there is.
because it brings out hope.
strength, and wisdom. and the power to push through the hard things, and truly find what makes a person happy.
and in that happiness, they will shine through.

i just hope i find it.

with love and light,
eve morgan