Tis Better To Walk along a Darkend path, un sure of the road ahead. The chance encounters, let downs and new loves that keep one foot afor the other. As we walk slowly, and should we be blessed with the curiosity we will take the time to smell a rose or two.. Even those times that are most trying and frightening keep a mind racing "I am truely alive".We know this because every Cell within our body is electrified. As the thumping of rushing blood drowns out the sounds of life we take a moment to understand lifes great gift: Mystery. It is not human to live as a mouse would in a cage, to know every day as if it were the same as the one before. It is not called life to be like all the others, who say yes just because others do. It is not life to feel comfort with out need.
Only true life comes forth from great suffering, and unknown. From facing death straight in the face, and giving it the finger. Escentially telling it to flubb off. No.. You are not finished yet, that you have only begun. Living with every cell, and proton of our being. Now that is true life.
As the shaking subsides, and the tears begin to dry, we see the true nature of existance, its chaotic nature, and our attempts to rationalize our fears with a order in the madness. As if to do so will make our fragile existance seem more important. That because of this so called devine intervention we will always learn from our mistakes, and become better for it.
Well the truth of it is that there is no devine truth. Our existance is just as much a crap shoot as a game of dice. The difference between that which is mouse or which is man, is those who face the truth, yet live life to the fullist in spite of the pinball table we live upon called life.
Knowing, that only the strong survive, and the weak become statistics