New losses bring about new oppurtunites. But its like, lets say I was a guy with a small coffee shop. In rural Colorado or something.
I love my coffee shop!!! UMM BOY It really makes me happy. Its everything I could ever want, the simple pleasure in life and brings out my character. Sure it doesn't make me much money, but boy it gives me something more special- life. It makes me realize I can do things my way and be happy with it.
Then one day Starbucks wants to take over my tiny little coffee shop. It wants to make me bigger, more mature, and keep me in line. It sure will pay more, and it won't lose money. But there's no faith! There's very little spiritual pay off. Its not the same.
I want my old coffee shop back dammit.
(note that this is all a metaphorical reference to a person who means a lot to me, even though I can live without her companionship, I'd much rather not).
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The Reminiscience of the Wanderer
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The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.