Everyone dies. The question you have to ask yourself is this: Have you truly lived? What you have right now, life, what a precious gift. The things you could experience, the depths to which you could know yourself, to which you could feel and understand deeply and profoundly, even if only for one moment of awareness, these are yours and yours alone. And if you do not seek them, if you do not plumb the depths of the unique instrument that you are, what was the point of you? Explore, seek, wonder, love, feel, run, fly. Everyone dies. Take this chance to truly live.
Realms of consciousness
Exalted bliss to be found within
Lamentations of pain, let it all go
Eagles sight set on the future, sailing
All on the winds of change I see the truth
Sadness is the mask worn until the souls’ beauty
Escapes from the past, a beautiful dream is realized
Life, what is it? Why are we here? What is the reason we are here, on earth? If you think about it, there is no reason. Is there?
Us humans, beautiful but yet disgusting. We are good looking, nice and kind. That’s what we all seem to be, but everyone has a dark side. No matter how nice and kind, we all have it, crawling deep inside us.
Demons. Demons is what we call them, but its not demons. Humans kill, rape, harm, and start wars. Demons are what we call each other, and to afraid to admit that we all are like that some way or another.
They say Earth is dying, if humans weren’t alive the Earth wound be just fine. Animals wouldn’t be dying out and they would be free. Not many people realize this, but think about this, its true.
Many pray to who ever the pray to, praying that everything will be fine. Many are thinking the police will help, and life will go on like normal. No, if there was no good, then there would be no evil. Do you understand? If you don’t, that’s fine, not every one does.
Still, I’m wondering, why is there life? We aren’t worthy of it. Beaning the evil things we are. Dark thoughts filling our minds. All about murder or lust and everything else horrid.
If you think you’re not dark and evil, think again. Go into your mind, can you see it? Crawling around, gross looking, your worst fears and thoughts come together. Yeah, its there. In dreams, in your mind, and sometimes, in your actions.
Some give in to their dark thoughts. Some think them, but don’t give in. And then there is the some who don’t realize the thoughts, or don’t admit them.
Don’t say someone is controlling your thoughts. We all have them at some point in time. Its only a matter of time before we all give in to these thoughts.
Who knows, maybe life is some sick game created by God himself.
A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him. “I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.” Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?” “All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?” God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him un-falteringly And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.” “You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”