Confusion

It's difficult, sometimes getting over the past. Although I've gotten over most of the things that happened (of which only one aspect has appeared in this blog) for some reason, the past still keeps coming back to haunt me- or rather to hurt me. To remind me of my insecurities.

What is strength? Is it to be able to do what others can't? Or is it the ability to do what you thought you couldn't?

What is courage? Is it willignness to jump into the river, without knowing whther it's deep enough to break your fall?

Would David have been courageous if he had known that his pebble would kill Goliath?

Nothing is black and white- shades of grey dominate the landscape. And I find myself searching for landmarks within variations of a single theme.