A Choice of Life: A View Of Life

In life there are all kinds of ups and downs. Sometimes our ups can reach as high as mountain tops, sometimes our lows can bring us all the way down and beneath who we are. It takes going low to understand true depth. As deep as the oceans are, their depth compares not to my mind. The raging currents of the ocean ripping through the tides as they flow with raging speed, but nothing compared to the speed of light. Speed of light can't keep up with my mind. That's why my thoughts are the darkest in times of light. 

As I reach for the stars from the tops of mountains never coming close just thinking about them I realize that in all my time the reach is further than my climb. Still I imagine what it is like to sit on a star and view the night. Yet here I am in the middle of the fight, looking for the light at the end of the tunnel. Yet I see none, not even in death where some experiences say the light was there and then in my experience it was dark and quiet and even my words sunk silently into the night. All of my dreams I reach for with hope, yet all of my nightmares I push up a slope. And when they come falling it's right back on me and all of my dreams go fluttering off into the night along with my tears they take off in flight. 

My heart left behind the tears that I cried, the blood that I shed took all of my time. The pain I endured, the horrors I faced, only to realize what I see I create. My fears come to light and on through the night all of the good that I do nowhere in sight. All the time that was wasted, all the years that are gone, all the pain that has twisted my mind and it's wrong. All the wrongs stacked up ready to fall back in my lap like the heavy burden I carry in my heart and soul. In the night my mind races right into the depths of the deepest trenches I dug like I dug my own grave only a razor shave away from where I lay. 

These are the philosophical views of my mind's eye that see truths untold but still known but unknown to the world. Like a secret only I know and knowing nobody knows is not a blessing but instead a burden of despair that spares not my mind only my time. The time wasted on those who only used it for their pleasure to my pain were lessons hard learned and the time spent making the mistakes made my stake to this life a personal goal to chase until success has been reached and the point to myself was what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, wiser, and open-minded to the circumstances we put ourselves in. Our situations only plascent by our view of the problem needing solved not being caused by an unwilling soul to resolve what's at hand but then to hand an undeserving soul an answer is like telling an unseeing eye it's blind but look here while pointing to the solved problem right there in plain sight while the right thing to do is to take a hand and walk the unseeing eye to the line needing crossed which was right behind them meaning had they but turned around and took the step they'd have won the day in a way of not knowing the goal was to not move forward but take a step back and assess the situation at hand but circumstances not allowing one to look back whether being blind was an excuse for the line could be felt out like braille on the wall yet how does a blind man know the wall holds the answer to which way to go. 

In life we are forced to make choices we are not ready to make but fate would say otherwise and only the time is right if we are ready to see what is there for us to see. Like leading a horse unwilling to drink to the water's edge knowing the horse will die of dehydration if the thirst is not quenched for the journey ahead is long and holds no such luxury as a fountain needed when the thirst has set in but too late fate is set in stone but we hold the key to our own destiny and our choices need be based on humility not pride, for the meek shall inherit the earth while those full of pride lose their minds in the chaos of their own creations of time. 

For if we realize that our time is only what we make it then we would use time for its true purpose. The purpose of time is a hit and miss but never the less it reminds of times of better and worse and for better or worse the time that we spend healing our minds yet can be better spent, and if all of time was put there as a curse then maybe our minds can reverse the curse. Maybe the curse can be overlayed and maybe then it's covering can be for all time an eternity. But what if our mind could comprehend an eternity and what if all time is infinitely a line that constantly is in the twine of rewinding back to a life of misery only to realize it is what we see. And if we don't see that all time is but a dream and only our mind puts time on a string. But what if that string was a line that lays as a lead pointing through time to an eternity of life that always repeats as all energy never negates yet only moves from place to place. 

As energy dissipates the excess of time is never a waste because all dissipates means is to release what is not being used to another place where it's true meaning is to be in our face and yet here we are blind as a bat, and then our hypotheses are neither wrong and likely not right. Only a strong open mind can possibly see that all time is simply a dream. And if all time is eternity then when we die we truly do see a new light shine bright from the energy coming into place and if all energy was as powerful as we believe then our end never happens and what we then do is possibly create. 

But what if the energy is more than mass and what we have is a massive mistake as all space and time is more than just made. What we then have is a theory of a new beginning from start to end that is greater than minds can comprehend. But what if our minds could be truly opened and the answers were there hidden in plain sight. What if we could then see that all space and time is a true fantasy and in its place all known life is one existence and true fate. For what is our fate but a predestined place and where we go is already there waiting and if this be so then behold we are already there and what we've been told is a lie of despair.