Life is beautiful

The brightest star burns so fast , The years that came and went did not last . Struggling with these passing years coming to grips with the reality of age, I am nothing more than ordinary, No rockstar on a stage.  The purpose of life is all I've got, at my own cost my Self worth I forgot. Not much to live for ,existence is a chore, Why do I not want anything anymore? Brighten the gray day, sprinkle some sun , Everyday is an end to a fake day that has just begun. Oh beautiful bird in the sky,  Take me on your back ,so I may fly so high , To be born again one has to die.

In the recent days, fate, luck, destiny, cause-and-effect, repentance, have all been circling around my conscience, like a planet orbiting a star. The recent loss of my uncle, who was relatively young, brought forth the meaning if there is any to our existence, how death will catch up with all of us and what we make of our lives in the short time we are here. I have lived my fair share of years and I've heard various reasons why people attach meaning and purpose to their lives. People live to be parents for their children ,to be children for their parents, some people live to be stewards of their profession, and to do good work that benefits mankind, some live one day at a time, without overthinking life, and some merely exist without any attachment, or maybe some have too many. It's hard not to want meaning and explanation of every event in our lives but sometimes it is not for us to see or know. And who is to say we are so much more than our fellow beings but of course, there

An audience of one is what I seek, Into my soul I need to peek. Self reflection into a seemingly clean room , The rain washed sickness and an impending sense of doom. Shallow desires ,lust and greed, Is that What we always want or ever need? Confess to yourself as you look at yourself in the mirror , jump into those eyes and what do you see, You loved her yes but did you truly ? You loved her yes but did you so casually ? The growth of a man through heartbreak and pain , The universe brought you back to this juncture again. Close your eyes and take a deep breath , rid your soul of the poison, Let the anger die its death. The emotional roller coaster is quite the show, it’s for you to experience and not let anyone know, It’s for you to learn and understand , now ,where do you go?  Time is a friend , an enemy to the end  its time to face reality and end the show.

The day went by so slowly today as if the clouds were taking a break ,Resting their tired feet and cleaning the bloody wounds they had Suffered in their long arduous journey The grey lasted for a while as the clouds looked down on me and cried with me ,they cleansed  and we all felt better. The grey morphed into a clean yellow bright sparkle ,The sun and it’s warmth felt heavenly on my Leary eyes and skin. The heart is a very mysterious and unpredictable being ,the circle of life & it’s many seasons go on after the darkness the sun shines, flowers bloom and we all grow.  

There are times when destiny is atrocious in its rewards, when moments such as these inspire contemplation of a deep kind, of heart and soul, an appreciation of blessings, of kindness and love and of Many different colors. We are so fragile, so incongruent, flowing and travelling through this maze of life. I feel moved and shaped by the forces of the universe in my life , I will channel this inner being to the purpose of my existence and this is not for me to say only for me to do.  

Love me while you can , A flower is in bloom today. Hold me while you can , the Death of color and perfume, will happen in its own way.