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I haven't sat down and written in this thing for a long time. And, well, that's because I haven't sat down and put my thoughts together in a long time. I've been wondering if there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Lately I've lost sight of that light. I've worried far to much about what could go wrong. I sit and loose hours of sleep wondering what could be. Night after night I decide that everything is great. Yet, I always have to reassure myself of this. It's like a ghost I can't release. In the end I've come to realize that the light is always there. It seems that all through life we are in a rush to find that light. It'll never leave us. But we loose sight of what it truely is. It's not the end. It's a future. People constantly are looking for an end. When really, all we need is a future. We are so afraid of what could be that we just want a finish line. Finishing a race is fantastic. But the journey is the glory. Tearing that tape at the end is a rush, but it's also a closing to a chapter, the end of a story. Today everyone races towards the tape with false hopes of being released from wondering about every single implication.
In the end we'll never reach that light. I think that when we loose sight of that light we merely close our eyes in a childish manner. We hide it from ourselves to try and create feeling in our seemingly dull lives. But we dull out all that is wonderfull by closing our eyes. We hide it. We pull the sheets over our work of art. Afraid to realize it's beauty. The light never fades away. It'll always burn on till the end of our days.
It feels like we wade through this life. Afraid to get deep into it. It's scray to have your head bellow the water. There's a possibility you might drown. But if you wait long enough you might see something truely beautiful. We'd never see a coral reef if someone hadn't jumped in over their head.
Everynight we close our eyes like a five year old hiding from the boogy man. Hoping our problems will just up and vanish. "Ghosts appear and fade away." (Colin Hay-Overkill) They will always be there. White light in the physical sense is a combination of every color. Including our favorites...and our least favorites. When we close ourselves to the outside world afraid of risks we shield ourselves from all that we love and enjoy.
Have you ever watched someone driving? Do they keep their eyes dead ahead? I think the way we drive describes a lot about ourselves. If we just stay focused on the road ahead and gas our way through life we miss everything in the periphery. I'd like to think that at the end of the road, what I have accomplished wasn't a great trail for many to follow but a gentle breeze that followed me as I walked through life that effected others in small ways for the better. You can learn everything you want to know in a classroom; you can learn everything you need to know sitting in a field.
Lately I've lost sight of that light. I've worried far to much about what could go wrong. I sit and loose hours of sleep wondering what could be. Night after night I decide that everything is great. Yet, I always have to reassure myself of this. It's like a ghost I can't release. In the end I've come to realize that the light is always there. It seems that all through life we are in a rush to find that light. It'll never leave us. But we loose sight of what it truely is. It's not the end. It's a future. People constantly are looking for an end. When really, all we need is a future. We are so afraid of what could be that we just want a finish line. Finishing a race is fantastic. But the journey is the glory. Tearing that tape at the end is a rush, but it's also a closing to a chapter, the end of a story. Today everyone races towards the tape with false hopes of being released from wondering about every single implication.
In the end we'll never reach that light. I think that when we loose sight of that light we merely close our eyes in a childish manner. We hide it from ourselves to try and create feeling in our seemingly dull lives. But we dull out all that is wonderfull by closing our eyes. We hide it. We pull the sheets over our work of art. Afraid to realize it's beauty. The light never fades away. It'll always burn on till the end of our days.
It feels like we wade through this life. Afraid to get deep into it. It's scray to have your head bellow the water. There's a possibility you might drown. But if you wait long enough you might see something truely beautiful. We'd never see a coral reef if someone hadn't jumped in over their head.
Everynight we close our eyes like a five year old hiding from the boogy man. Hoping our problems will just up and vanish. "Ghosts appear and fade away." (Colin Hay-Overkill) They will always be there. White light in the physical sense is a combination of every color. Including our favorites...and our least favorites. When we close ourselves to the outside world afraid of risks we shield ourselves from all that we love and enjoy.
Have you ever watched someone driving? Do they keep their eyes dead ahead? I think the way we drive describes a lot about ourselves. If we just stay focused on the road ahead and gas our way through life we miss everything in the periphery. I'd like to think that at the end of the road, what I have accomplished wasn't a great trail for many to follow but a gentle breeze that followed me as I walked through life that effected others in small ways for the better. You can learn everything you want to know in a classroom; you can learn everything you need to know sitting in a field.