In our eyes we still appear as innocent like no harm can ever come our way. They absolve us of our sins and remind us love will find a way. If it weren’t for these few gentle souls that entered my life at a time when all I needed was a friend. I imagine how much stronger I could have been if I was more into their lives. Instead of a seat inside a classroom waiting for that final bell to ring.
The tragedy of not being able to conceive is a heavy weight for those forced to carry that burden. Even the possibility of being brought back to death will never extinguish the fire of motherhood deep inside me.
The creation of life is nothing short of a miracle yet we never identify it as being such a way. Think about it. Where once there was nothing there now grows somebody with limitless potential and faith. We grow another being safe inside our womb almost like magic beginning to create.
In and amongst the chaos all I hear is white noise. I don’t have much in common with the outside world anymore. My heart beats a little bit differently. Scarred from the loss of innocent lives throughout time their haunting whispers move through me.
We drove animals to extinction laughing every step of the way. He did horrific things to people who looked different then us. Yes we can prove life and everything that surrounds it with science but you have to let your mind question the bounds. Push through the limits of your imagination. If you can conceive it there is a chance we can achieve it. That is what makes me most terrified of mankind.
When you have little to no confidence in yourself other’s can take advantage of you in a heartbeat. You allow it to occur because you feel that at least negative attention is better than nothing. That too is also SOOOO beyond the true way you should be feeling. You should enjoy your company. Your very soul demands it. You can’t miss out in filling your own love tank first.
These days there is not too much in the ways of intellectual conversation. My son is 3 and everybody else only communicates with me by showing me their love. There should be surprises that I have found a way to acquire my farm without even having to leave the city limits. In fact my husband…
Nothing happens for no reason. Even the things that at the time make absolutely no sense. It is a course correction to live your life differently, to count your blessings and move on. Life was meant to be lived and loved and you can’t do that if you are gripping hard onto the past.
Imagine living an existence so privileged, so entitled that your only claim to fame was when you dropped out of your mother’s crotch and took your first breath. Some lives are just that way. There is no thought or reason to why. It is more kind of like my parents knew a guy who also knew a guy and our family was the first one to own a blank (insert whatever here)
Where are the heros that made this life worth living? Who filled our hearts with hope as they paid the ultimate price? Are we ever going to be happy with the accomplishments presented to us or will we always find a way to make it seem so trivial?