Solace of the heart is only that which it already knows. A breeze triggering a memory, a time gone by, a fleeting moment.

Solitude of the soul is a deafening existence - one that should be unfrequented, though often a place of commonality.

To what do we give credence to the oft occurrences of solacement and solitudinous - the act of these memories that plague our minds or the moments that remind us those times? Either way, it is the memories that cause the pain.

If we live, we will have memories and for some, these memories will be less than ideal. For those, the inept way our minds continually draw us back to the pain is a source of contention.

The only saving grace amongst these moments of pain, are the joys. To gladden the heart and mind, the joys must outweigh the pain...something that does not always occur.

If you have joys, moments of happiness, times of generosity and gratitude, occurrences of good, you must cling. The hardships will come, and when they do, you will require those positive times to be a beacon to lead you back to life.

To live in this world where the pain outweighs the joy and be unable to see this beacon is a travesty yet all to common instance. For these, they wander through the dark times and seek nothing but the light, having forgotten what the light indeed looks like - searching the nothingness for something undefinable.

I pity those who have nothing to cling to - I pity myself at times.

I yearn for a solace in my heart, something to alleviate the pain, a comfort. But until I learn to see the light and willingly walk towards it, I will continue to search. The worst act we can do is to sit and wait for the darkness to leave...for while we wander, we catch fleeting glimpses of the glory of the light beyond.

My heart goes out to all of us in this darkness. I pray that one day we will find the sure footing required to navigate the nothingness that invades our beings into the light of freedom, into life itself. Only then can we look back and see that our path was one wrought with pitfalls that we skirted only through divine intervention. However, until such time as life returns to this soul, I will continue to stumble and fall, earnestly seeking a way out.