Thoughts

The first taste of love, fear, hope, rejection— only the beginning of an arduous journey filled with millions of emotions; where the night’s dreams end so the day’s begin—creating yet more time in which to become human as we struggle against oppressions and deny false accusations. So what if life is but a dream; we exist, interact, and share our own dreams— we live, and that’s the only reason we need. I am but one of many; does that take meaning from my life? If you ask me, I mean as much as anyone among these celestial boundaries— this wall of constellations separating us from eternal space. Ah, to stare up at the clouds; mysterious 3D pictures forming in the sky— giving us a glimpse…of what? What ethereal beings do you see? What questions arise in your mind after watching their dance across the sky? Does the world rejoice in my life? Perhaps, yet does it matter to me what the universe thinks of my existence— a mere speck of dust floating along on currents of air (compared to the vastness of her eternal landscape)? I am here, alive, and that is what matters— nothing else even comes close to that revelation. Do I exist merely to amuse the world with brazen hopes? Does a bird sing to entertain our passing whims? To believe that is to believe that the earth herself bows down to our fleeting desires and false needs.school assignment... Written January 29th, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 02:58 PM PST   0 • 10