What do you know about yourself? What are your stories? The ones you tell yourself, and the ones told by others. All of us begin somewhere. Though I suppose the truth is that we begin more than once; we begin many times. Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.
Cameron DokeyEven the most straightforward of paths could turn out to be more complicated than it seemd at first.
Cameron DokeyDarkness may cover light, but that is not the same thing as putting it out. Whereas, to overcome darkness, all light need do is to exist.
Cameron DokeyMy playing had called to another human being at last. Surely, she could be no other than my own true love. Slowly, I got to my feet. Speak to me, I thought. And as if she'd heard me, the young woman's lips parted and she spoke thus: Have you lost your mind?
Cameron DokeyLove cannot thrive simply by being offered. Sooner or later it must be accepted and reciprocated. It must be seen for what it is and nourished according to its needs, or it will die.
Cameron Dokey