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Coming to yet another stop somewhere in the circle, a new path must be drawn
to follow. Mind lost in existential despair, at a constant and equal odds
with the importance of I, the individual. The median stagnant between now &
later, seen & unseen, what is real; yet not what isn't, instead rather, WHAT
CAN I MAKE REAL?
Life is short for many. For others, age is the reality of life & death.
Water, water everywhere...............why should that be life? No, it should
not be wasted, not even a second. It must be tasted as the connoisseur has his
wine, taken to the fullest, savored and blessed with every desire.
Some dreams are repetative. They speak to me of mass destruction of our
planet. I have begun to find it too consuming, wasteful of subconscious hours
that could otherwise be enjoyed. Self medicate makes reality untouchable. I
am only 17. Alternatives are few.
Perhaps it is what they call rock bottom. It is only weakness that stops me
from crawling out of it. The dreams though, they haunt me. There are those,
perhaps for a while now even myself in such a category, whose pains hurt so
much it creates this kind of stagnant inner death. Outer decay follows. What
is essential to understand here, that even so, with all of this , my
intuition speaks to me to say that those in such predicament shall at some
interval have goodness like none that is understood of earth in all its
greatest tidings of elegance and grace. What tells me this I do not know.
Perhaps its time to tell mother I have lost it.
Somehow this all seems true though, truer than anything they teach. Only what
should naturally kill us, is what has also made us. All fear seems to trace
to that of the self, the human being as wonderous as it is dangerous.
Therefore, people live in median. For those of us that cannot go on in that
reality, it seems a miracle to have the extremes without complete destruction
of the self. Cheers to all of those who have made it thus far!!
I pose this question though: Is this the truest nature for the living? If not
what is it we must be to survive this earthly sojourn? In life there is death,
and yes, I think perhaps in death there is life. Most certainly, there is
life.Photo courtesy of Kim Prestipino