The hope of being someday understood.

Some few lone seekers go through the archives, pensive sifting, reading with deep intent, striving to know those whose unknown lives have gone before. Today, untold numbers sit going through their unknown lives, busily writing them down in hopes that someday, someone will come along and understand.

Comments

JMH said…
Right on. That's one of my favorite hopes. Of course, in order to be understood, you must first understand.
dogimo said…
I hate to think that's so! Can't one be understood even through confusion?
JMH said…
I don't know, but the Prayer of St. Francis comes to mind.
dogimo said…
Damn straight! Thank you for that.

Priorities.