Muddled Thoughts

They say that on the path you have people walking along; but the last steps you must walk alone. A soldier walks alone into the arms of his death. A seeker has to walk that extra mile all by himself in his quest for knowledge. A woman brings the child into the world with her man, but the pains of labour are her own.



Is it true then that solitude is your best friend? Can it be for real that you have no one else’s but hands of your own faith to hold? When the lights are turned down low, when going into your own space under the covers of your bed; detached from the world and in company of your own thoughts and feelings, do we look within or without?



In the book The Godfather, Genco pleads the Don; his best friend; lying on his deathbed : Godfather, Godfather…. cure me. You have the power…Stay with me, Godfather. Help me meet death. If he sees you, he will be frightened and leave me in peace. You can say a word, pull a few strings eh? We will outwit those bastards as we outwitted all those others. (clutching his hand) Godfather, don’t betray me.



If it all is true, then what are we afraid of? Our own self? Just makes me wonder…………….



“To each one his own”.