A man who has been in another world does not come back unchanged.
However nice memories are, they frequently taunt us with the awareness of how much better (sexier, happier, more wonderful…) it would be to have those experiences now that I’m older and know more about life.
Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.
I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are Yourself the answer.
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn’t it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out in to the void.