Plenty strong and plenty wrong

I've been wanting to write about hope. but every time I try the word seems to loose all meaning. it sounds empty. it sounds far. I don't want it to sound that way, so I stayed up late just writing about it, thinking that maybe if I tried long enough it would start to make sense.

Now is a strange time for me to choose, seeing as how I'm in a place where the word "hope" almost makes me angry. Honesty seems like a bad idea. and truth is doing a good job at hiding in these lies that are spinning around me. I seem to find myself here much too often. I have this "stuff" and I don't know what to do with it. It's like the heat from those two burning bridges is always reminding me of them, that maybe I wasn't ready to let go.

It may sound strange, but I say hope is still real. it's still there.

My friend Josh has a song he sings called "I Know You're Not Alone". I've been stuck on that song and the title. I've been thinking about what it means. for me. for you. Maybe it means exactly what it seems to say, and maybe that is bigger than anything that could come between us and "hope". bigger than everything mentioned in the above paragraphs.

I say it does and it is.

I say that song is more powerful than we know. and that the brilliant statement that is the song's title changes everything.

Maybe I'm crazy for believing in this, but I'm convinced it's the only way. I think we need to be reminded of this a lot. Sometimes the running and the burning of bridges can make us feel like we're on our own and we can't go back without looking stupid. "I told you so", can be the hardest thing to face. We don't like to be wrong. "I Know You're Not Alone". And suddenly it's okay, sometimes all it takes is someone to make us stop running. Someone to look back at the burning bridges and cry with us. "Maybe that one wasn't supposed to go". And here we are again. but it's okay. It's okay.

"I Know You're Not Alone".







P.S. Give Josh a listen, he can sing and write music very well. Let's give him some more plays. and a hug. and possibly a thank you. He will appreciate it.

www.myspace.com/joshuamoore