Obstacles are life’s way of pushing you to your limits. You’re tested and pressed to expose your full potential. Some tasks are harder than others. Some are mentally challenging, and others are physically challenging. At the end of the day, any challenge, big or small, creates the best you that you can be.
Passion is like a candle burning bright. Illuminating the night, scaring all the shadows away.
It follows like a moth to a flame. Grasping ones chest, holding it in vain. It spirals out of control like a staircase. Step by step, farther down. The feeling cannot be slain. Chasing the days, letting them blur by. There is nothing left to gain.
Clouds like rolling hills, Waving as they go by, Saying hello to the beauty of the world.
As we sail on, we learn, we laugh, we live. Moments pass by creating a symphony we call life.
From tail feathers to fur, the animal kingdom has it all. Ferocious beasts to dainty butterflies. Different personalities and different species, different needs and different environments. Across the planet, traits and characteristics change, just like the people inhibiting it. Instead of one character trying to dominate it all, people as a species need to learn…… Continue reading Thrive
We live in a world where people are colossally screwed up. They have no reason. They have no rhyme. They are set in their ways, and use those ways to waste their life’s time.
Animals are so innocent, Following the instincts they were given, Living life without worry, Without the pressure of intelligence like man was given.
Man has no shame, yet he is one to shame. That ugly animal left for dead, That homeless man with a knotted head. Man has no remorse. None for the others he has killed, None for the animal at the mill. Man hides from what he is: A monster, An impostor.
As I sit here, staring at the calm before the storm, I contemplate the thoughts racing through my mind. Sitting. Waiting. Watching. Waiting for the thunder to come crashing through. Waiting for the lightening to split the sky. Watching the wind roar through the trees. Watching the clouds roll on through.4 A cacophony of events…… Continue reading Storms