Monologue

Speaking when no one is answering doesn't always mean they can't hear you. So it goes with monologues. This is my monologue. This is the place I go to think in words.

These days that are to come are tedious and full of work. Work means money. That's the good part. Work also means tired. Not the kind of tired you experience after a day spent at the beach or the picnic with the volleyball nets and bocce courts. This is the weary tired of the daily grind. This is the tired we experience when the day's tedium hunts out the jugular and takes us down.

This night, though, was filled with revelations and honesty. I can only hope that all good things will come. I will wish on those stars at night, as I always do, with one more wish now to contribute. I will say it every night until it comes true. It's just something I do.

Every road, trail and path i've walked in my life, whether good or bad, has been a self-defining sort of journey. These travels have lead me astray and returned me home. They have made me who I am and destroyed me. I might go back and block a few of those roads if I could. Regret makes us stronger, but love makes us whole.

Things I learned today:
- Monologue, Dialogue, Frog-alog, Lager. These are acceptable and recently accredited additions to the "-alog" family.
- The lucky ones get their wish granted. The unlucky ones get them all granted.
- My father taught me what perfection was before I was old enough to drive.
- Teaching and learning are sometimes simultaneous.
- Eddie Vedder wrote that song so I could play it for her when I was 16, though he may say otherwise.
- Life becomes more precious when it starts to go away.
- There are always stars in the sky.