I see that so many that have not even seen a post have decided to follow. Pressure has been created. I must not disappoint
It's ok to know when your time is up. As long as you know you did as good as you could and left as a good human being to the world
Time to relive the era in which I am feeling. The energy that I possess. The boundless energy that shows no limits.
When you are about to embark on what is a heart breaking and gut wrenching decision, you must console yourself with the fact that it is what is right and must be done for the betterment of life as a whole
This post is one for my hero in my life, my grandfather. Here is a man that had to bury his wife, the love of his life over sixteen years ago. A man that has had to bury four of his children, one grandchild and one great grandchild. How he has been able to continue holding on carrying all of that pain. A man so strong that I know for sure could deal better with the loss of me so much better that I could with the loss of him.
Life is short. However long it can be, in the whole cosmic scheme of things, it is still very short from a relative standpoint. We need to quit fucking around and wasting what little time we have as human beings. Happiness and fulfillment should be the goal.
For so many in this world, life would be easier, happier, and more complete if they would just let go of the subconscious chains holding them in place for absolutely no logical reason. Let go, embrace true unencumbered life.
You will look for me in someone else I promise. But you will never find me. I am unique, a creation from bits of happiness and copious amounts of pain. I do and try be good.
Walls kill possibility, create the feeling of unnecessary pain and the artificial feeling of being alone, create the feeling of necessity to reach out to something or someone for something that may already be there. It's just so very well hidden behind the intricate series of walls.
I have given up so much of my life for so much. Yes what I have given up is so worth so much for the end result to this point. I wonder and fear that my only purpose in this world for my life is to give and not receive or feel what it is like to be happy or completely fulfilled. Will a piece of my soul always be empty and alone?
When I am alone. I think and think and think. Mostly because i wonder if what I do and who I am is actually good enough