Solids

We all want to know something is a constant thing, reliable.

This gives us that safe spot, a square one where we can go to start over, and set things right. 

Some see stability as prison, to others a safe haven from the chaos of a world full of people. 

We look for answers, always answers why so full of questions?  So much of this is so frustrating because answers lead to questions, always searching.

I guess I could take solace in the quest, as it is the quest that brought me to where I’m at and still plagues me with it’s fire.  What else could I do?

The worst part is I feel to blame for this, I enabled it.  I tried to bear the weight of this burden.  At what cost?

Something solid needs to come from inside, be solid in myself.  Alone and vulnerable in a cruel, crazy, beautiful world, always testing us let alone the people  who presume to also test us to see where are at.

The primal response, run far away get some distance between thoughts and fears.  Experience has taught us that running never solves anything, but many of those who stay also perish. 

Our fears will show us what we’re made of in the end.

Stay tuned, Thanks…..

A little background please

Greetings,  My name is William and, this of course is my blog.  You maybe wondering why, it's called Raised by Wolves.  Let's cut to the chase this blog is a fictitious work meant for entertainment but if you happen to pull something relevant out of it, then bonus!!

As a boy I spent much of my time alone in the woods experiencing nature and learning about the lives of the animals that lived around me.
During the summer I practically lived outside going in only when I had to, I had several tents set up around the woods.  A small lean-to I had set up near some of the dogs we had outside was where I slept most of the time.
You may ask how did I come to do these kind of things, I was fueled by books from Edgar Rice Bourroughs, Euell Gibbons, and stories of mountain men who lived in harmony with nature.  At the time, this life was far more appealing than one that involved people.
I wanted to be more like Tarzan, or Grizzley Adams than any of the popular sports heroes.  I looked up to the people wanted to live with nature and besides all my animal friends understood me better at the time, than any human.  So I naturally hung around with animals more than people.
I hope you tune in again for the further adventures of a person raised by wolves.