Sometimes by C.W. Blaine Chris Winkler Normal Chris Winkler 2 22 2001-04-23T00:02:00Z 2001-04-23T00:02:00Z 1 Jackson MSC Inc. 1 1 9.3821

Sometimes

By: C.W. Blaine ()

AUTHOR’S NOTES: This story was originally written 1990 by myself and has been rewritten here and corrected for obvious grammatical errors. This story is © 1990, 2001 by C.W. Blaine. This story may not be reproduced without the express written permission of the author.

            Sometimes, you have to sit down and ask yourself, what? What is it you want out of life and what is it life wants out of you? This isn’t always the hardest of questions; it can be very easy.

            Sometimes, we’ll blind ourselves with goals picked by society for us; to gain the appreciation and admiration of our peers. We’ll do the things they want us to do.

            Sometimes, this is good. Sometimes, this is bad. There will be times when we won’t be able to tell and we’ll throw ourselves onto the mercy of an unforgiving culture.

            Sometimes, we’ll throw our lives into the hands of a God that we knew as children. Usually, this will make us strong until we once again reach a pinnacle of comfort and then we’ll cast away that faith because it doesn’t suit out needs.

            Sometimes, to gain a purpose, we’ll do things highly abnormal, because society dictates it as acceptable. Now, we have purpose out of non-purpose, bending chaos into order and assuring ourselves that we are doing the “right” thing. We become one with a body, we conform and all individual hope, reason and rationality is thrown into the wind.

            Sometimes, we’ll take what we have for granted, reason with society’s teachings and tell ourselves we have done what was expected. We tell ourselves that we have what we want out of life and the dreams of innocence; the desires of the individual are put in a closet to become the headstone of our graves.

            Sometimes, we’ll complicate everything by accepting what we are told is right and we’ll do what we are told to do, satisfied that what we want out of life is down a sordid road of immorality.

            Sometimes, what we want out of life is right there in front of us.

            Sometimes, we realize that.

            Sometimes, unfortunately, we don’t.

FURTHER AUTHOR’S NOTES: Most readers of my fiction expect more action and plot development, I know. Honestly, I can’t even remember what I was doing at this time in my life…and no, I wasn’t on drugs! Though I think I really had a problem with society at the time…