Halftime

Life's first half I was drinking from empty paths. Oftentimes projecting my worst on the best people. Then I discovered what it meant to be human, Broken in ways legos wouldn't stick. Found a gift while digging through a chest full of half let in emotions. Words had their own tears. Faith was written in "why god" questions magnified by unreadable lessons. Ever been lost in your own ink blots? Funny how answers run and pages become the gutters of heaven's captured rain. Life resumes, proceeds in slow motion. A finger snap and it could all be over. We do the best we can with the tools we've been given. Expecting more from people in the first half of life is living out of sync with reality but aligns with all we hope for. Telling the ones we love most they've been the best part in our highly evolved expectations feels like a game winning shot. To better halves and sound understandings.