I’m always thinking about life and what it truly means to live. It’s the most precious commodity any of us posses. Life is the beginning and the ending of everything. I continuously ask myself, what’s the best way to treasure this life and all that it encompasses? It’s a question that requires a life-long pursuit.
Random yet not so random musings.
When I Die
When I die let it be a noble death.
Not one of comfort for the passing of many years,
filled with meaningless pleasantries.
But let me die with protest in my heart
and a spirit embedded in unrest,
Words
When someone reads the words I have written,
I want them to be touched like never before.
I desire for the words to transcend the page
and touch the very core of something they are inside.
To see something of themselves reflected
not in the surface of things but in the depths
where we truly live uninhibited,
Becoming
I am not certain where this life’s journey shall lead me.
I have traveled far, but yet to become much of nothing.
Fear enshrouds every contour of my dream,
for what I expected is not what it has seemed.
Philosophizing
A life perfected
necessitates imperfection.
For perfection idealized by man
only exists in a vacuum of moments,
each of them isolated by our flaws.