Pictures, Ponderings, Potentials.

A miscarriage is a natural and common event.  All told, probably more women have lost a child from this world than haven’t.  Most don’t mention it, and they go on from day to day as if it hadn’t happened, so people imagine that a woman in this situation never really knew or loved what she had.  But ask her sometime: how old would your child be now?  And she’ll know.

I’ve been thinking that maybe I think too much. I’ve been analyzing my behavior and I’ve realized that maybe I analyze things too much. I mean, I just want to find some meaning. Do you ever wonder why you wonder so much? Or do you dream about why you dream? Or do you hope about hopes that have long before been broken? And if you’re broken, are the pieces automatically lost…or can you put yourself back together somehow?

At the end of the day, it is what it is.