Life was suddenly full of possibilities.Not to mention a few unexpected surprises.
As I look back at the world I left behind, it's all so clear to me:the beauty that waits to be unveiled,the mysteries that long to be uncovered.But people so rarely stop to take a look,they just keep moving.It’s a shame really, there’s so much to see.
Yes, I remember the world --every detail.And what I remember most is how afraid I was. What a waste.You see, to live in fear is not to live at all.I wish I could tell this to those I left behind,but would it do any good? Probably not.I understand now -- there will always be those who face their fears,and there will always be those who run away.
When I was alive, I maintained many different identities –lover, wife, and ultimately, victim.Yes, labels are important to the living.They dictate how people see themselves,so we always gave up almost everything to assume a new label.
People, by their very nature, are always on the lookout for intruders, trying to prevent those on the outside from getting in. But there will always be those who force their way into our lives, just as there will be those we invite in. But the most troubling of all will be the ones who stand on the outside looking in, the ones we never truly get to know.
The search for power begins when we're quite young. As children,we're taught that the power of good triumphs over the power of evil. But as we get older, we realize that nothing is ever that simple. Traces of evil always remain.