Michelle Olivia

Chapter I.
I walk, down the street,
there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in…I am helpless…It isn’t my fault…
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II.
I walk, down the street,
there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place,
but it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III.
I walk, down the street,
there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there. I still fall. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open. I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

Chapter IV.
I walk, down the street,
there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V.
I walk down another street.

Some people do not have to search, for they find their niche early in life and rest there seemingly contented and resigned.

At times, I envy them but usually I do not understand them…
And seldom do they understand me.

I am one of those searchers.

There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we completely content.

We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand.

We like to walk along the beach; we are drawn to the ocean, taken by its power and unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty.

We like forests, mountains, deserts, hidden rivers, and lovely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as our laughter. We are ambitious only for life itself and for anything beautiful it can provide.

Most of all, we want to love and be loved, to live in a relationship that will not impede our wanderings and prevent our search.

We do not want to prove ourselves to others or compete for love.

This passage is for wanderers, dreamers, and lovers who dare to ask of life everything which is good and beautiful.