Rndom Thoughts?

Random thoughts? Are they truly random or just small bits of thoughts not yet sorted or placed? Perhaps that is all they are indeed……yet how much of our daily lives are touched by random events from a look to a touch, to something that happens, a word spoken? How much of our lives does one truly control or is it nothing more then randomness that enters into our small spheres of existence besides the schedules we place upon ourselves? Then again, perhaps life in itself is nothing more then a struggle to exist, to survive? Yet, what mark do we leave behind when our lives are said and done? Do we leave any at all or become nothing more then forgotten ghost as those who may have known us think of us less and less, until not a shimmer of our present exists?

I know not but then perhaps these answers are not meant to be known by one such as myself. At times questions roll easy from my thoughts but the answers are like a speeding freight train escaping my grasp. May haps no true answers even exist that it is an illusion to think one may be able discover the answers, for in the end, what is truth? Is it but an individual perception of what one believes it to be?

Most of the trees are now draped in their autumn colors with a scattered few late bloomers still draped in green, and perhaps if the sun’s heavenly glow had honored us today, the colors would be shimmering so brightly, but alas, the day is heavily overcastted and the chill in the air easily seeps into one’s bones instantly chilling one. There is little doubt that winter is but a toss away, at least on this day, it is so very clear the cold which will soon be dancing upon us and with regret I miss the warmth of only a few days ago. Regretting that my time had been spent locked away within a sightless building with but brief moments from here to there to enjoy the briskness of autumn. Perhaps there are a few days yet to enjoy that, but soon the frigidness of winter will be upon us, and the cold will for the most part trap us within four walls, till the spring comes forth once again.

Yet, I find myself thinking upon on the season of my youth, which seems so long ago…a faded memory amongst the memories held inside. The excitement once felt with the approaching of Halloween; of traveling house to house dressed in the chosen costumes. The treats collected, the fun of scaring each other, and wonders once we got home discovering all the goodies we had collected, the curving of pumpkins in preparation for it, and the decorating, all was such fun…but the excitement and wonder seems to have vanished, and in sense, the traditions of the holiday it self seems to fallen aside……but again I guess things always change but has all changes truly been for the better?