Life is beautiful

In the darkness of obscurity knocks a wise mans thoughts,lonely,lovely,alive with tales to tell,resting in peace with nowhere to go come shattered illusions of needs that were to be fulfilled.Struggling through this cryptic peace were his thoughts,they raced through his head and rested in an awkward pose,uncomfortable(least said).Destiny was in control,but no ,we have no control over destiny? Futures were being pushed away from desired goals because she wanted it her way-Oh destiny!.As the squeeze tightens and these thoughts hurt I cannot fathom the outcomes,the outcomes of these thoughts that knocked on my door.

We all have the same question: Why is life so tough? Well, there's an easy answer to that. Bad is easy, Good is hard. Losing is easy. Winning is hard. Talking is easy. Listening is hard. Watching TV is easy. Reading is hard. Giving advice is easy. Taking advice is hard. Flab is easy. Muscle is hard. Stop is easy. Go is hard. Dirty is easy. Clean is hard. Take is easy. Give is hard. Dream is easy. Think is hard. Lying is easy. Truth is hard. Sleeping is easy. Waking is hard. Talking about God is easy. Praying to God is hard. Watching basketball is easy. Playing basketball is hard. Holding a grudge is easy. Forgiving is hard. Telling a secret is easy. Keeping a secret is hard. Play is easy. Work is hard. Falling is easy. Getting up is hard. Spending is easy. Saving is hard. Eating is easy. Dieting is hard. Doubt is easy. Faith is hard. Laughter is easy. Tears are hard. Criticizing is easy. Taking criticism is hard. Letting go is easy. Hanging on is hard.

In the end , Life has a sweet way of harmony.  Time is a friend who is misunderstood. We find love, pain, solace and truth where we were meant too We loose some, we gain some . Heartbreak feels like Metamorphosis Sooner or later as if by a sheer magical resolution of entropy There is Peace. There is  Quiet. There is Silence .We no longer look outward but with closed eyes we seek our deepest core. Some of us call it the soul, some of us God, some of us destiny. Some of us have no words for it; some of us call it Death But no matter who we are or where we came from or what we are about today or what we do tomorrow We all Get there. We All Get there.

In days that run grey The air is so cold Hurts us in a way That fails to get old Comprehension is slow My heart is low My mind is lost in a fog below Restless spirits and broken words This penetration so hard into my soul I alone am responsible for this I alone shall pay Alone shall I be in constant dismay I shut myself I shut the doors These shattered dreams, I've stopped keeping score The more it happens the less I learn This life has no limits and there are no returns Following this path only I shall see what I have lost What is less in me But till the day these ashes fly Day after day the bright light dies Withering away all by itself Into the deepest darkest trench