Were there no fools, there would be no wise ones.
~ German Proverb
There are days I'm grateful for the gray skies and gathering storm clouds because a blue sky would be a slap in the face, mocking the gray I feel inside.
There are days I feel I know everything, and days I realize I am a fool and know nothing at all.
There are days when I feel like a kaleidoscope of gem-colored shards, pieced together into ever-changing, yet beautiful, intricate patterns, and days I feel like a blur of indistinct, unformed images.
There are days the earth beneath my feet feels solid and I see the path I should follow, and days when the way before me is dark and the ground seems to crumble and shift with each step.
There are days I need to stay wrapped in this melancholy cloud and just think... days my soul needs to feel the falling rain.
There are days I wonder what the point of it all is, and days I realize I don't need to know.
There are days I know I need to keep walking as long as I'm able and hope I'm heading in the right direction.
I am a flower quickly fading... here today and gone tomorrow...
~Casting Crowns
