The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 3

by Beth Brower

A Subjective View of the Day by Emma M. Lion

“We cannot always predict the outcomes of our actions, Miss Lion, however well intended.” I stood. “What else is life but a string of outcomes beyond our control?”

“It’s messier than we ever imagined it to be as children,” he said. “What?” “Life.”

And I hadn’t realised until that moment how much I’ve missed that feeling, of someone inside your four walls watching out for you. The feeling that home isn’t just a place, but also people. I’ve forgotten it could be.

I learned a long time ago that my happiness has to be separate from the things beyond my control.”

His words hurt in the way that truth does when you wish it was a lie but know you cannot claim it to be.

“if one could tell a nefarious character simply by looking at him, it would be a very different world.”

But perception is not whimsical, but fatal.

Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view.

His smile when I said the word life looked like an anchor was tied to it.

“Fools and their entertainments are soon parted,”

“I suppose she found the place where she belongs.” We came to a stop before Lapis Lazuli. “I suppose we all wish for that,” I said. “Hmm?” he asked, his thoughts elsewhere. “To find where we belong. We all wish for that,” I answered.