Everything you have ever said is true. All that you have done is in good faith. What you believe in is, in itself and all it’s bitter loneliness, is righteous. You are the pinnacle of human existence. Believe in this.
Drowned yourself in this. Open the mind to the dreams of the old, the sounds of history, the echoes of lives lived centuries and centuries ago. Let the world be your playground. Let it be your battleground, your field of dreams, your bridge to a common goal.
Achievement, gratification, procreation. Respect what has been made and left behind for you. Others created, shaped and formed what you are today. Do the same. Recreate the past into the future. Look into the eyes of creation and release it from it’s dark, barren prison.
Hold it, caress it. Kiss your existence with the absolute reason of being. Read of times past, read of the continuing history of life. Open the minds of others, of those who cannot create themselves.
Can one change the fate of another? Can it be said that it is you who balances the powers that come to be, juggling them with care and love of a mother.
Hold yourself in all your broken loneliness. Let yourself be buried on occasion, only to be born anew. A new soul, with new ideals, new hope of a strengthened mind set. Other roads will await, as will other obstacles, other tests that span the doom of time itself. All the life that gets cleared as the past is pushed away. Isn’t that the way?
I know that no one, or very few, will know of what has come, what passes to be. To on when is but our only closure. When and where does one choose? Intelligence is what carries on a reign of human form across the globe, bribing us with volatile emotions, luscious dreams, and thrills that rival that of a heart pounding roller coaster.
Pride yourself in your findings. Look for the creator. Brace yourself, for the words of worlds is filled with the knowledge of another race, as we are all too.
Read and write to better yourself. Empty your mind on occasion, so that all that is new may come upon you with such a crashing force that only you can withstand such a viscous blow.
Who made us? Knowledge of the past as far back as the measurement of time can remember, unlocks nothing. Make knowledge yourself. Learn from yourself in most, from others in the least. Search and search for what is known now as not at all.
All is nothing. Nothing is all. Who was first born, who was created? Was my fashionable entrance meant to open doors and mend wounds that spanned from eternity to mind blistering eternity? Call upon your inner-self. Learn it, love it, entice it into a paranormal passion. Make life a passion.
Remember the time of childhood, for in the end it is your sweet bliss. Uncontrolled emotion sparks a fuse that inevitably burns to a smoldering bomb that will end all existence, in your eyes that is. Music to the ears, remember this. It’s healing sounds. It’s thoughtful rays of serenity and forgiveness. Dance countless nights away, and when the time comes, recount your plight and adventure that spans lifetime to lifetime.
Life is your adventure, your story is your adventure. You are the hero in your own novel of love, anguish and perpetual healing.
HUMAN
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