It's times like these, in the early hours of the morning watching the twilight of the dawn, that I find myself reflecting upon all of the events that have occured thus far in my life and wondering where it will all go. What's my purpose? Why does emotion seem so artificial? I can cite thousands of incidents and yet the relevancy lost its meaning long ago. Sometimes I find that memories of the good times ironically eat away at me because they aren't here now though I tasted the sweet fruit and desire it more. Much as any desire dealing with human nature, a little is hardly ever enough... Yet, a wise man knows when enough is enough. To me the good times are something to cherish, hold close, and remember with fondness. Something to remind yourself when things are bad that they can get better, to keep that hope, that sweet, wonderful hope. Afterall, what is life? One way you could look at it is the hope invested by your parents, the hope that the world will get better, that you could do something to make it better, the hope that despite all that is going wrong, you can make something go right.
Step back.
Take a breath.
All of our lives seem hectic, there's hardly any time to tell up from down. We never take time to just stop and take a step back to catch our breath from this symphony of life. Through this illusory chaos there is much order, it just remains to be seen, to defined by our measures. Tragedy begots tragedy, anger follows depression, circumstances change, plans go awry, and in the middle of it all, there is just the confused individual. It's time we learn to breath and live. Time we remind ourselves that there is always a faint glimmer of hope for everything, even if you cannot see it, it still remains constant, just be patient.
With these intrinsically nonsensical words, I leave to lay me down to rest. To give myself the chance to be at piece for a small ammount of time before more such illusory chaos storms my gates. So if you must, take heed my complexly direct words, or not, the choice is yours, I merely leave such opinions here and there to be read or ignored. Because I have hope that one of you will gain a little insight, just a small ammount, and your life will be that much changed. I also try to put my own thoughts into words to visualize what it is I am thinking as to give even myself some insight into this enigma of my thoughts. But alas, tis time to sleep, oh, blessed sleep, fare the well for now silly chaos.
Step back.
Take a breath.
All of our lives seem hectic, there's hardly any time to tell up from down. We never take time to just stop and take a step back to catch our breath from this symphony of life. Through this illusory chaos there is much order, it just remains to be seen, to defined by our measures. Tragedy begots tragedy, anger follows depression, circumstances change, plans go awry, and in the middle of it all, there is just the confused individual. It's time we learn to breath and live. Time we remind ourselves that there is always a faint glimmer of hope for everything, even if you cannot see it, it still remains constant, just be patient.
With these intrinsically nonsensical words, I leave to lay me down to rest. To give myself the chance to be at piece for a small ammount of time before more such illusory chaos storms my gates. So if you must, take heed my complexly direct words, or not, the choice is yours, I merely leave such opinions here and there to be read or ignored. Because I have hope that one of you will gain a little insight, just a small ammount, and your life will be that much changed. I also try to put my own thoughts into words to visualize what it is I am thinking as to give even myself some insight into this enigma of my thoughts. But alas, tis time to sleep, oh, blessed sleep, fare the well for now silly chaos.