When we are unsure of the directions our lives should take, everyone in our spheres want to become compasses. No matter how different we are from one another, the fact that we belong to the same species suggests we should follow paths trodden by those who share our taxonomy.  Perhaps, though, we are the ones who seek out compasses. We find it easier and less dangerous to let others blaze trails than to carve out our own. But danger finds us, no matter where we go. But when we make our own danger, the path back to safety is unsure.


This is not working. I do not know what I want or need to say; only that, whatever it is, it is not reachable. A dog can’t fix it. A friend can’t fix it. Only time has a chance of fixing it, and that’s only a slim chance.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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1 Response to Direction

  1. AFWKN: A Friend Who Knows Nothing says:

    Yes sir, your friends do want to help. Of course, they have no idea how to do so and you have no idea how to explain what you need… It’s one of the great and frustrating mysteries of life. Therefore, we can simply let you know that we are here for you. I know they say that time heals all things. I don’t necessarily agree with that, but feel that time softens the edges of loss and we learn to live with it. My hope for you is that your edges are rounded and softened sooner rather than later… Be well, my friend.

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