Life Changing

What is life.

A movement of internal electric signals

Signals that govern life itself

Like a traffic light telling where to go

Electric pulses sent to the brain

But is our mind the only life we have

There is an objective external reality to this life

But it would be impossible without the subjective internal one

So if you are to change life

You must change these realities

But it is impossible to observe something that is not being observed

So does it exist at all?

Or are we supposed to just have faith.

But faith is nothing but a concept.

Life is nothing but a concept.

Conceptualized idea of mind and body.

Nothing is fact, but theory.

“Happiness”

See people are given choices. The choice to participate in the advancement of earth. The choice to upgrade their souls. To find love within and let it flourish around you. Inspire life. Because why survive when you can live? Why crawl when you can walk? Why hate when you can love? Why must we fight? Why must we find the bad in the good? The hate in the love? We are incapable of true happiness. The quality of life is living. Happiness is only true when shared.

We Aspire

The evil world looks through shaded windows

It peeks through the cracks in the wall of hope

Relentlessly it bribes the whole-hearted

The strong to become weak

The light into darkness

It suffocates the flame guiding the way

This world will beat on your door

But you must not let it in

It will seep through the barriers of your soul

and attack with no mercy

We aspire

To fight the dark with light

Fight the evil with love

We aspire

To appreciate the abhorred

Comfort the lost

We are inspired by life itself

How the tides go on relentlessly

How the sun rises no matter the weather

How the storm seems to always blow over

We must be inspired to live

To love

And to be happy

A Good Day

The days are long. Hot. Musky environment. No air. No space. Dirt, and soot cover the faces of the people you can barely see. The days are long. Hours on hours. No end is coming. This life is dark. The earth is weak. Beneath my feet it crumbles. Like a soft coffee cake. It leaves no pain and remembers no glory. This world is cruel. The days are long. Long like the tides of the atlantic. Long like the stretch limousine that carries the too proud. Long like the sidewalk with no end. Long like the journey of the kid with no car. Long like the highschool hallways to a freshman. These days are long. But once you remember the length of your day. The stretch of the road. Once you experience the days that never end. And all you want is to be in a quiet place and sleep.

Remember this.

Remember that this life is short. The days may be long but not long enough. There is not enough time in the day to glorify the world around you. You must appreciate the minutes. The seconds. Cause one day it may be all gone. And when that day comes..you are gonna see yourself. And you will wish those days were longer. You will wish you had to walk to school. You will wish that feeling of fear. That feeling of excitement and wonder. You will wish for life again and again. To be long. And to work those hard days in the mine. Or sit in that office. Or drive that bus. Just one more day. To take the long way home. To go a little further. See you will not remember the bad days. All bad must be inspired by good. Live every day good. Live it long. And when it is over..regret nothing. And thirst for more.

Future Anxiety

I wish I could tell my children of the good

That the world of hate is a mirror and behind it is love

That there is no evil

That all bad can be made good

That this life is yours

And yours it will always be

You do not need to please anyone

It is your ballet

It is your last game

The buzzer beater

The leap of faith

What else must the world want

But, this life is greedy

And it expects us all to put on our capes and surprise the world

But you do not need a cape

You do not need anyone, anything

Make it what YOU want

Do not please the cynical expectations of past generations

There will be bad people

There will be dark days

The world is not good

But you can change it

Be the last shot fired

But never the first

You may get knocked down

But what wills you to get back up

Be the light in the darkness

But never the darkness in the light

I wish I could tell my children

Remember the feeling of love so that you may appreciate hate

Remember the days when your heart aches so that you might appreciate the strength

See strength is power

But society is not strong

It is weak

Succumbing to the slightest pressure

Do not be like society

It is poisonous

It will soil the soul of the best

It will kill the equality of people

I will tell them

Open your mind and close your eyes

You will hear a whole new world

Poetic Justice
"There is no unmoving mover behind the movement. It is only movement. It is not correct to say that life is moving, but life is movement itself. Life and movement are not two different things. In other words, there is no thinker behind the thought. Thought itself is the thinker. If you remove the thought, there is no thinker to be found."-- Walpola Rahula, What the Buddha Taught

Where does the world go

When you leave it behind

Does it exist without an observer

Or does it disappear with a lonely whimper

Is this reality objective?

Or is there no objectivity that can be observed

All the world is conceptualized

Reality is not real

Subjective thought may not exist

Than why are we here?

Creatures in a fake world

Survivors in an empty place

We are the light in the darkest space

“All words are concepts”

Then what is this I write

Fake words must have no meaning

But meaning is why I write