Fooling Ourselves

Measuring life, wondering how much longer we have at the end of each day, taking things into our own hands by writing down appointments and creating agendas. At least we think we can do this, fooling ourselves time and again, sickness hitting us squarely between the pages of our lives. Taking and crippling us for moments in passing, not ever knowing if we are going to be able to hold onto some semblance of life or not. Satisfying our minds is all we can do sometimes, yet we pretend that we are the commanders of our lives, knowing within that we are not, nor ever will be.