the unanswerable question
what on earth am I doing here?
I have answered it a million times
and will again a million more
no one day lived as the next
or the last
so that the question becomes renewed each day
or maybe it is the answer? The question remains the same
forever.
I belong here.
Where ever here is, that is where I am. And I am meant to be.
To put words down on paper
or paint across the canvas; the vocation is always a mystery.
and yet the juggling remains, and I go on.
whether the picture painted is made any clearer makes no difference. I say it again because it is as close to the truth as one can get.
I belong here.