not quite ready for a picnic...

how much can you take from someone mentally, physically? there is a certain amount of blood that the body can lose before it shocks and you pass on...medically. do you die before that? if everything you believe in is taken away...taken in a basket. how do you react? the basket is pretty, and this basket carries pretty things...innocence, happiness, trust, belief in a stronger power, believing that human beings are basically good people...
the basket never fell. you were never blamed for the poor weaving at the bottom of this container, the handle never broke...your spirit never broke. ideals were not lost, they were stolen.
this isnt about me, or anyone reading this (unless you happen to relate). its just about a girl...a basket carrying girl. a girl whos eggs were knocked out of the basket she held.
this girl held a couple more things in this basket...regard for both myself and the ones i ho;d dear, trust in the friendship attempting to develop, and an optimism that people can leave what they know and excel where they are.
eggs are meant to be broken, thoughts are meant to progress, people are meant to be both disapointed and overjoyed.
baskets are not only meant to hold old beliefs...they attempt to provide a space for the new that are aquired along the way...
some drop contents, others pick up. what you decide to leave can be as important as what you find.

to all of you...embrace what stayed,move on from the broken, and hold your basket close and keep walking...there is always room for more.