Taste

Hope differed makes the heart sick . . . it's Biblical. There are things I want in life, and I am nowhere nearer to having them than I was a year ago, two years ago, heck - 10 years ago. Some days I wonder if it is me . . . mostly it is. I use to think that if I had a taste of it, that maybe I wouldn't want it anymore. I would see it for what it really is, and I would decide that maybe it wasn't really for me to begin with. But now I get tastes of them every once and awhile, and it just leaves me wanting more. Some tastes are so good, the only thing you can do is savor it, and wait for another taste - hoping that the next taste might truly be the meal you get to enjoy forever. The problem is how you handle the days, weeks, months that you can't taste it at all.