• Life. It is virile and explosive, full of oddities and obscurities, and intense and moderate emotions and happenings. Hate. Love. Hate some more. It’s all back and forth, up and down, tossed onto oblivion without an end in sight. It’s like falling down through a bottomless pit. After a while, it’s like you’re no longer falling, but flying. And then the ground hits. And you’re both shocked and rueful, because you knew it really couldn’t be bottomless, yet the impact was so sudden and unexpected that your mind crystallizes for a second of surprise, and then you are back, and the pain hits. It rolls in like a thundercloud, unforgiving and unforgivable. Its slices through thoughts and burns through nerves, and explodes in waves on your brain, leaving you cold, sweaty, and shaky. The contradiction in sensations leaves you weak in mind, body, and spirit, and with this fragility comes the whispers of blackness that taint and taunt. During these moments the darkness creeps its way into your limbs, turning them to a numbing deafness of all senses as you flounder about trying to fight it all away. However the slightest reprieve from this languid stupor is enough to send you gasping at your own human vulnerability. Such a small and breakable thread is our life on this planet. With uncountable ways for it to be sniped, cut, or even torn. And yet through it all we struggle and strive for ideals and dreams and tangents that we think will mean something. Will it? Maybe. Is it worth it? Sometimes. But we all fight on regardless, waving our flags of determination against the harsh conditions of this world. Some surrender to the numbness. Some surrender to the taint. Others find no more strength on which to call and instead lean on the bravery and stamina and even on occasion the charisma of another. And then there are the few that are the truly brave at heart that shake there hand at the world, and ignore the quivering of fear in their gut. For as we all know, bravery is not the absence of fear but rather the ability to accept the terror and continue on despite and sometimes in spite of it. So the question is; which one are you? Do you quiver at the threshold and give in to the vulnerability? Do you lie there in paralysis at your own fragility? Or are you stretched prone there in that apathy and stare up at the heavens and dream of more, more, more…and fight through the obscurity to reach towards the pinpricks of light glinting from so far away it takes millenia for it to reach us? Do you raise your hands, stand up on legs gone dull from the constant struggle, toss your head back and shout…I am here, I am strong, I will live! For life is all contradictions. Its all vibrant, ferocious chaos, with everyday filled with an unimaginable number of perhapses, perchances, opportunities’, and possibilities’. In fact, the number of these is infinite. And that means that your options are also. Infinite. Without beginning; without end; just continuing on to the forever that we glimpse beyond the horizon and in the stars at night. In a universe so full of chance, what will you do? I will stand strong I know. I will toss my head defiantly to the world, and gaze skyward, ever reaching for new tomorrows. For though I am but a speck in this eternal, immeasurable, perpetual and everlasting cosmos…I am still here. I still exist, and feel and think and breathe and live. And that is enough to make me feel infinite. I. Feel. Infinite.

    Quick Comment: So i couldnt fit this in the description so i decided to tack it on on right here real quick. lol. I wrote this out randomly one day when I was thinkin about the significance in every motion and action in a day, and how it all flows together to create the here and now of ourselves. And how much different it mighta been had we changed but one tiny, seemingly innocent thing. lol. I think the oddities and eccentricities of life are fascinating. Even when it sucks, its all still so intricate...