Winter’s warning brings anew the year,
The season’s they pass, so do not come to fear,
For when you wake up tomorrow, tomorrow will still be here.
I think I lay more faith in what good there is in the world than I do an all-powerful deity. I’m pretty sure I treat the Bible as more of a quote book with things that I agree and disagree with.
Living in a world that claims it follows the teaching of a God as it simultaneously acts as if the same tenets they follow also have the ability to be warped and skewed to the followers own perception of things has really dulled my ability to grasp this idea of “following” a higher being.
These same people draw the line between good and bad, wise and unwise, between believing and not believing.
I guess I just fail to understand how one’s ability to read or listen to scripture has anything to do with the kind of person they are, especially when the people who actually do so can’t even do that right.
Not saying I don’t believe in God, I just don’t believe in a vast majority of the people that follow him.
I often feel as if there is no meaning to life other than living. That there is no greater thing in this world than to live your own life to whatever you deem the fullest.
But is that it?
The meaning of my own life, the actions I decide to take and the ones I throw aside, doesn’t just affect me. It sets into action a chain of events, multiple stories altered, peoples lives changed just because I decided to turn left on my way to work tonight.
And if I had turned right?
We will never know what our actions entail, nor can we predict the resounding echo it will make. If it is an echo, will it’s final tone end its reverberations upon our body? Does everything come full circle or do we live in a narrow minded world where our actions are no causation to that of others, just a parallel string of events that were always meant to happen.
What of it then?
I’d like my drop in the water, my tone in this world to spread thin and never end rather than minding its own to having an end.
Some are leaving, some are going
Some are trying, some been snowed in
I don’t know when, and I don’t why
But I’ll try
Yes I’ll try
Turn the page, catch the story
You liked to live, but it got boring
You know where you’ve been
And you know where your going
So you’ll try
Yes you’ll try
You’ll walk along
You’ll sing your song
And in the end, you’ll have known it all along
You know you’ve tried
You won’t ask why.
If the sky would fall tomorrow
Would it wash away the sorrow
Of the seconds gleaming under midnight waters
And moons last glance as night slowly falters
Would the sun rise to bring forth the light
Or would the clouds block the ray and set all to blight
Mark my words, my child, in the end it’s alright
Because in the end it’s all done, but don’t lose that sight
Second chances glow like fireflies in the night
Catch one or twenty and let them guide you home
Reach and stumble with all your might
It’s chance and you’re not alone.
She whispered into my ear, “How do you do it?”
“How do I do what?”
She leaned back and looked me in the eyes, “How do you make the rain, drought, pain, and sorrow all mean nothing to you? You take the smallest things and make them grand as if by some conjurer’s will”
I looked down and thought to myself. Was it the sun breaking through the clouds after a full days rain, or maybe the fulls days rain after a drought, the burst of laughter after a moment of pain, or that light at the end of sorrow that makes everything right again?
I looked up and whispered, “You.”
Gathered sun and washing rains
Tempered flares for temporary gains
Make rumored lives and childish lies
Worth a spec of sand to the deserts eyes
Run the land and wipe the brow
Set the sail and push the plow
Seasons end in brief content
As waves corrupt the beaches intent
Row and row the seasoned oars
And push through water to another shore
At days end, to dusk we go
We settle fast, and vastly grow.
Enjoy the warmth, the comfort of your being fro there will come a time when the tranquility of your life will flip over into an uproar of madness, sweeping you and everything you know along with it. Will you get lost in it, was it not what you had expected?
From the warmth of your bed there is still a cold night. You’re just too tired to bare yourself to it. From dry comfort of your home, rain still pours and floods the earth, and you act like a small cold will kill you. This is the madness, not the rain nor the cold. The madness is what you’re taking for granted.
You’re mad in thinking that you have the right and pleasure of complaining when it rains, and when you go on about how cold it is outside like you know what cold is? You have every means of staying warm, yet you choose bitching about it to stay warm. You lunge at every attempt for a warm indoors like you have yet to experience it. You’re pathetic.
You will sit inside a room that could be substantially warmer and grit your teeth as you feel a draft of cold air hit the back of your neck.
What will it ever take to please you?
I took a step back.
If I had a million dreams, a million wishes, and a million ways all at my disposal I would choose one. Not because I only want one, or because I only need one, but because I only deserve one.
I have my life. I’ll never know if this was all planned prior to my first breath, and I’ll never know how many more I get to take.
Breathe deep, exhale.
I can walk straight, and I can think straight. I make my own decisions and I mold my own life, as much as I can think I can. I just take a step. I don’t wonder if the ground will support my weight before I take it, I just step forward.
Maybe it’s risk.
I can turn left, I can turn right. Turning either way will never justify the other. There is no such thing as a wrong decision, unless you already know that outcome of all options.
Maybe it’s chance.
I’ll leap. I don’t need to know if I will I land safely, and I don’t need to know how safe or dangerous the flight will be because Till I Land I’m a bigger danger to myself than anything this world can impose on me. So I take my steps at my own risk, not the world’s, but I’ll take steps as if the world won’t fail me. In the end, my success, is not on the conditions imposed upon me that will make me, it will be how I imposed myself upon the conditions that will make me.
Till I Land I will enjoy the fucking ride.
Now I step forward.
Simple hands that follow in detail
The simple lines of every flaw
Characters divided in this life we trail
To come together at life’s last draw
Tie off the ends, and count your blessings
Master your life and master the sea
With waves you’ll crash, at waters testing
I’ll keep my hand out if you come with me
I can lead the way, if you follow in stride
I’ll part the ocean, wither time’s advance
I’ll pull the moon in closer to heighten the tide
We’ll splash in the water and we will dance
The night will end in laughter
The night will end in time
We will bring in the new day
And start it all over the same