For some reason, old songs I haven’t thought of for a while suddenly sprang forth from my memory.

Sometimes even fairy tales don’t have fairy tale endings. There are “happily ever after”s for some people, just not for who you hoped for, and maybe it’s not such a bad thing to dissolve into foam, or be resurrected into a tree. I guess.

The answer—the immensity of it all looms overhead—and the old doubts creep in, despite knowing that God never challenges you beyond your abilities. Like life itself, these things are possible, though perhaps astronomically improbable.

There is no averting this course. If the tracks lead me directly into a brick wall, I say, full steam ahead.

This does nothing for the butterflies in my stomach, though, as I anticipate things that are not going to happen (even though a part of me that I’m trying to keep locked up in its cage keeps wishing that it would. Well, that part isn’t in my hands now, is it?)