Harsh is the reality in life that can be a hard thing to embrace... as we begin to write the story of our lives we often want views from the lense of our own choosing....we reach for a reality that stirs our inner vision... satisfies everday desires... and when the canvas is colored in shades neutral to our eye... when brightness changes the wheel of certain reality... only then do we embrace the scenery... muddied by water used to clean a dirty brush... it is then that clarity is discovered... making the view witnessed... a view that begins to shape us... whether ideal desire changes our story written... that is where choice begins... if ever we are to see the world less our rose shaded vision... this is the first step to a life more envisioned in mystery rather than unrealized joy... unrecognized emotion... unrequited love... whether physical... or even that which is truly imagined... until we see the world of our own creation... our vision will never create reality... happiness... love... and our life... everlasting...
Wonder.... if... the day has come... or when it does... will I be one of those that is taken... or will I be left behind with the knowledge that... i knew and yet... it is easy to look into the eye of this day and wonder... i see so clearly the light that is lining the path... the way that only leads to where all I've ever dreamed would be... would actually be... i have spent my day with a firm belief that the one who will come is the one who knew where I would be on that moment of return and choose to let me be one of those who is here to be the guide and light to a wounded and sick hearted world... is this the place I will be left to endure... is this the path that has been designed for my feet to trod... will my place be reserved for something better... for work yet to be done... will I hold a truth... to share with those who... while I knew the way I yet chose to live a life of faith blinded by life...
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