The suspense is killing.Again, I am alone.No surprise there to say the least.Having a song on repeat while asking questions for answers from a children's toy.Will it be "yes" or "no"?Do I believe it as so?We are in control of so little in existence. Nature, life and death, time and space,all stand on sky scraper pedestals the meek human race can't even fathom. One minoradvancement in our sciences and we brag as if we're standing above gods. Humansare simply arrogant, petty beings who only live because they're provided for.But I digress.Spontaneous rants won't do me or others any good.And I am no different from my peers.Seeking adventure, peace, as well as love.Will I be happy sometime soon?Is my happiness determined by me or something I must wait for?This thirst for answers persists.My curiosity leeching the sanity out of me.A moment of clarity is always nice, wouldn't you agree?
Facing me.Sometimes when I am getting ready in the morning or just passing through my room, I stop and look at myself in the mirror I have.And I just stare.Focusing on the little details on my face, creases around my eyes and even the general shape of it.All the while I do this my mind is empty.I do my best to keep away thoughts.And then I begin to question.Are you me?Is whom I've become what I truly want?Outside this body I can easily demonstrate my talents and gifts.Inside reside the many flaws and defects that occasionally break free.They escape from a prison.This cage, my body.So will I triumph over my own darkness, or allow it to devour me?You'll find out soon enough.I won't spoil it for you.
-AWith another night spent awake I find a tugging on something inside me.Familiar, the tug is. But what is it pulling on?My first guess was my heart; however, the feelings that reside in thereare not stirring whatsoever. It could also be my mind, except that it isquite calm there as well.That leaves only my soul.How odd that I had forgotten of something so important, so significant.This soul of mine is being tampered with and I can not dispel the threat.Or so I believe it to be one.Upon further inspection...I find nothing.Absolutely nothing.Well, that's not entirely true. I found enlightenment.By an unseen force my mind begins to flourish with thoughts and this heart ofmine demonstrates emotions by the likes I have never before experienced.This simple act of "noticing" has taken my being to a whole new level.And with that, I have these words to say:In sacrifice of time and joy, contemplation next to re-evaluation have producedthe means of which I may guide a life by. The
Simple.Let's try this.Nothing too fancy.Why not make it.Simple.It's another day for us. Waking up to sunlight peeking through the shades.Take a seat, grab a pen, and open your book. See that blank page meantfor today. See the adjectives, nouns, verbs and punctuation that will fill it.You could begin with the first thought that comes to mind or lean back in yourchair pondering over a paragraph or so.How will it start? Will you continue from yesterday or in an unknown scene?Will the plot develop gradually or does a startling and unpredictable eventhurl the protagonist straight into the fray?Your pen commences its entrancing dance with elaborate movements as it makesits way across the page. Scratching marks here and there, dragging the tipto create both thick and thin lines.It's not how you had initially wanted it, but you can always come back laterto alter a few words or sentences.You take a moment to reflect on what brought you to this day. Those days thatwere calm, strange,
Potential.Our days toggle between few modes. The nightfall and daylightare filled with either peril, felicity, or solid tranquility.It is ever fluctuating, constant for so long within one stagebefore winds of change blow in your direction. Indiscriminateof conditions present in all precious life, these phases canamplify the effects produced by current plights or evencompletely alter the tides of a circumstance. How ignorantmany are of this, poorly adjusting to the bending and twistingsituation for they see not the vigor they harbor inside. A rawpower, tempered through time, that will supply you with themeans of prevailing over the harm and sadness filled days.An enigmatic gift for those cherished moments you'd wish notto be ephemeral. And the energy required for preparation ofwhat is to come after the calm has past and there is peaceno longer.We all have that inside us, hidden away in the beginning, allfor our own benefit. Search for that power, gift, energy,and I shall do the s