When I came to this cross road I met this lovely young lady... She had no face, I could only see her soul. I knelt down beside her and said how is your soul is so radiant.. she said when you center yourself your state of being allows you to see all good an evil... She was the one meant for me, her soul was as bright as the sun,so I took the road to the left and never saw her again. the next day i came back and there was no light at the cross road but a black heart, what is the moral of the story?
This is how I feel... no one is for certain who you will meet at each crossroad of our lives...so don't lose a chance to make something out of each crossroad. Then I picked up that heart put it in the pocket of my sleeve and wore it there for all the world to see...and walked across a tiny wooden bridge where I met a man with no soul just a mangled face... who wanted to by my heart in exchange he revive her, face the facts he said you can't look back only look forward give me your heart and I will make you one. so I gave the gnarled faced man our hearts to be intertwined, he pushed them together fusing them in a great ball of light escaped colors the likes that the world has ne'r seen before... it was hope and she never came back but I had a new found appreciation for love.
Love is not always going to be handed to us, its never easy, and can't be bought and always comes with a price...
It is so strange what the darkness brings and how it brings out the light in places you would never see it.
"Even when I'm sick and depressed, I love life." ~Arthur Rubinstein Great quote. Why? Because it touches my very essence. I may not seem to love life at points but I'll never take my own life or intentionally take another life. Well there was this one time when there was fog on my back road near my house, I hit a raccoon. In his defense he might have had rabies. It can't be confirmed or denied... I didn't file a police report at the time. Okay well this speaks to me about mental illness which in our darkest hour of being sick and depressed, those who suffer from chronic depression, sometimes dream of death. Well this speaks volumes, love life. We all don't get to come back from the dead, we stare death in the face many times but once you're gone you are gone. Love life, love your life... Sometimes I feel like my life is the pits, as if I have reached the lowest low, feeling as if no one loves me, when in reality 1000's of peop...