The Strength of Years Passed By

This life is a strange and beautiful thing. Full of joy, full of sorrow, full of choices. As one thing continues to die and degrade another is only just being born.

Expression through sound reaches to the soul, expression through light teaches us to evolve. Forever changing, growing, seeking light, finding darkness, and on again.

The next challenge lays before us while the last lingers for a moment longer. Grasping for intelligence, falling into emotion, wrapped in life, forever sinking to the ocean floor. You dare not ask what it's for, but we must. After all, we've only just scraped the crust.

We see potential and we know fear. It is everything. It is nothing. All for naught, in poor taste, what a waste, or was it? It begins again, nature renews and loves each cell. It can be your own secret hell, or heaven. This time try counting to eleven.

Or maybe just three, and jump off. Trying something, trying anything just to feel again. Is that a friend? or an enemy? time tells us which and in a stitch, its over. Only to begin again, this time remembering little, but carrying the strength of years passed by.

Sigh.....

The void fills and choices will be respected. Time revolves, problems solve and we feel joy once more. Now its time to open the door and walk through. If we only knew what lays beyond those mists. We clench our fists, and try. Time passes by then ends. Did you learn the meaning of a friend? Or love? Take off your gloves and really feel it, stealing away one more chance to reveal it all.....and if you do fall, don't forget. Sometimes the memory is the best chance we get.