The Nights of Falls

It is the nights, when they descend upon you, envelope you; those are the times when the memories swirl around you and you realize, once again, that time has rushed on by.  The quiet is truly deafening.  You can hear you mind think.  You can feel every beat of your heart.  You go to the window, push back the blind. The full moon drifting through the clear autumn night sky. 

Remembering times when laughter and music filled your home you can almost accept the tears and loneliness of the  ticking mantle clock.  Being alone, afterall, is not a bad thing.  Being with the wrong person is not a good thing.  Life is a series of choices made moment to moment  You make them in haste or after long and prayerful thought.  Both ways have their consequences.  Both bring their own special brands of joy or pain.  That is the nature of the beast. 

You may want to go to bed to pull the covers up tight and wait for sleep.  Yet sometimes the memories keep washing over you.  You mind will not stop.  You toss, you turn.  And then sometimes you fall asleep without knowing.  Then you awake only to realize that it is you and you alone who choose how to feel.  Knowing this, you choose to continue on.  The dawn always comes and you will choose again...and again...and again.

It all goes on, this life thing.  The more you live it, the more you realize: it is all in how you respond to it.  It is all in how you embrace it or resist it.  It is all, you discover at last, up to you.