How does one find their way when life dumps them aside?

On a plain and gentle day
A man found himself without
The things upon which he relied.

Looking round, he noticed
That all that had been his life
Was now destitute and bare.

Standing in the sun, he cried
For why did this to him occur
When he had never done any wrong?

Slowly he came to know
Life's only guarantee
Is that it will be here
As long as you do pursue it.

So, it was not his fault,
But rather a quirk of fate,
So he wiped his eyes,
And pursued a new course

As a starving man
Pursues a feast
With relish, with desire
And most of all with hope.

A path less wandered

Among the things that oft worry people, are the dark thoughts that surface in the night. We fear them, we worry about why we have the thoughts.. we worry what others will think of those thoughts, and we worry about what those thoughts say about us.
Here I intend to pull my thoughts out, examine them, expose them, and attempt to understand why I have them. I will include poetry, random thoughts, and answers to questions posed by others. So come in, relax in a nice dark corner, and let the world wander by while we enjoy the exchange of thoughts.