Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

As I sit here… I wonder about my life and where I am. I wonder if I had not cried out that fateful night in Vandalia, Illinois would I be here. It is like gazing into a mirror and looking back at the person, a reflection of you, and asking who this is that is looking back at me.

You stand at a point looking at yesterday, today and tomorrow, and wonder…

There comes a point where we have to ask ourselves is the person I have become the person whom I was meant to be, and if I was meant to be this person, than for what purpose.
But I guess we really don’t have to ask ourselves that question we can just accept what is before us. But than what becomes of us, what will be the outcome… for there is always an outcome some pleasant and some dark.

A journey… that is what you hear people talking about day in and day out, concerning life. So we are vagabonds in life, a traveling minstrel acting out pleasantries for the world to see and praise us.

So starts one mans' traveling minstrel. And a point to which there was none… an answer to a question I didn’t know how to ask. How do you pack for such a trip? What do you take with you if you take anything at all? It seemed like this world had an answer for just about anything you could throw at it, but was it the truth. So if I take anything with me how would I know that those things were not shaping answers to fit my question? I know sounds pretty deep. But in most cases we are all deep playing in the shallows.