One day I lost my way and I found my compass for life in the philosophies of Ancient Societies. The Philosophies of The Ancient Societies were my map for the present and for the future. My direction was initially one of darkness. I could not find my path, so I wondered for half a century, like so many on this Planet.
In the darkness, the absence of hope, choked whatever ambition I thought I had. I was blinded by my quest for someone to share my life with. I traveled North, South, East and West. It was in the South, that I entered this World. It was in the North that I felt the unforgiving cold of nature and the warmth of fellowship. It was in the East, where I came to understand the West. So, I returned to the East to understand myself. It was in the East where my heart ached each time I found myself back in the West. A burning that engulfed my every thought, like fire. An intensity that consumed me and the sparks affected everyone around me.
Just like a fire needs fuel to burn, so too does a memory need a past to exist. The burning within my heart will only diminish when my memory of her is occupied by the loving presence of another. Until then, the pain that I feel is like no other and the longing like that of something once held close, but as distant as the numbness that engulfs me.
