...I believe

...in the foundation for Existentialism that theorized; an individual is solely responsible for giving their life meaning and living that life passionately and sincerely, in spite of many existential obstacles and distractions including despair, angst, absurdity, alienation, and boredom.

….it happened one evening

It was past the twilight hour. The gentle evening zephyr overtook the hot sun that shone down to bake the earth. In a lonely hour at this pleasant evening, my eyes hunted for some distractive amusement. Did I think too loud I wondered…when my eyes were glued. We never let each other out of sight. Although, I must admit I sometimes lost sight...could not keep up with this hide and seek. The camaraderie of being in one room with the still air to disturb and the sound of bated breath to distract…revved up a storm for more. How could I resist..but walk up and say… I need the doors closed. Then I let the stillness take over and then let it all settle. Then I noticed this unsettled distraction…who could it be other than me. Or was it me at all? I wondered. And realized it was the small fruit that the fly was attracted to. I opened the door to the wind and let nature lap its creation.