prt. 3

When your every burden feels as though its at its heaviest, just know you have earned it all and thus should carry it as though it is a blessing because it is not the size of the burden that matters it is how you carry it.

another...

In the event that you come to a crossroads in your life, do not think of others that have traveled them, think only of which one compliments the road you have already traveled and if neither do, you have lost your true path.

philosophy of my own...prt. 1

The path to true self worth is not paved with gold, it is paved with your mind therfore it does not exist, therefore it is only there if you truly believe it is.

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Is the after life like this?

When coming within about 10 feet of "the door" it reveals it self to you, and you are amazed. you step inside and there he is its him, the one you've been looking for he stands back disillusioned trying to comprehend how this could happen, there is a silence for many minutes. Hello....you say to him, hi....he says back almost without feeling, as though he is trying to distance himself.Welcome to my home...he says, where have you been....you say, here he says. you look around you see the most comfortable and beautiful house you have ever seen.you stare back at him, what is this....you ask,the after life...he says,heaven or hell?....you say, neither....he says, it has its own special place, for...special situations...he says, do you even recognize me?...you say, yes...he says. You look out side and see you friend struggling with one of the creatures, the other one prowling outside "the door" your friend finally gets flipped on his back and gets pinned down as the creature starts sinking his head through what seems like a portal in your friends chest your friend is now rithing with pain as he is helpless. My friend is in trouble!...you shout to him




you jump out side to get some emotion out of him he goes outside to save you proving he still cares he then somehow manages to save your friend bringing him inside too you all then sit down with a new found admiration for him


you walk over to a giant window on the wall and ask him about it he says this is my window to the world i was allowed to break a very big rule back there usually i am not to step foot outside this sanctum this is where i watch the world pass by i can go anywhere i want...anywhere whether its too samall for the house or not whether its on earth or not i can feel the breeze through the window i can hear people talk, yell, sing,yeah all the good stuff.it allows me so much yet it keeps me from so much. you then say the breeze is nice he says yes i dont even have to turn on the air conditioner when its this cool he then chuckles(just showing that something so trival as not wanting to turn on the airconditioning can follow us)

wake

As I lay in the wake of a thousand words, never blinking, never breathing, always thinking, never to smell touch, or feel again, always sleeping, always.... as i feel the pain setting in, i close my eyes I feel somthing, somthing new, somthing cold, swirling around me, getting louder, aND LOUDER, AND LOUDER, closing in on me grasping me tightly. I try to break free, but I cant, it wont let me, it will never let me and suddenly there was silence, silence like you have never heard, never experienced before. It had stoped, I was free, free to lay my foot prints across this world and nothing more, for I was at its will, never to make my own decisions always controlled, always.....It is now swarming inside of me like a wild ocean, it grew soft and i heard it, the steady beat, not of heart I gave that long ago, maybe it was the ocean itself throbbing as though it were fighting for air in a desiesed cloud that of its own creation.....As i lay in the wake of my own decisions I look at myselfand I think were they of importance? And if they were, why was there a wake, there must have been somthing wrong.....As I feel around blindly not knowing where to go my eyes burning intensly as though they were not ready to see what they were seeing, the playfullness of a new sunrise mocking me with my imperfections as I stand in awe I realize...its not real, nothing is, nothing will ever be........