Life is all but change,
Is designed that way,
Escape is not an option,
Nor is it possible,
Even death is not the end,
Thank goodness and thank God
That it is so,
Which brings peace and comfort,
If we but believe it,
So it is and so be it,
There is always hope.
Cold or warm emotions come and go,
So too does life for it has the meaning or lack that we give it.
The mountain to be conquered lies within,
The struggle is with yourself,
It is for you to be the victor,
There is only this,
There is nothing else,
This is the goal,
Today is the day,
This is the mountain we begin to conquer.
I can write because I am alive. This is my gift to the world. Just being alive I can help save lives by just being alive I don’t need to do anything I just need to be there for everyone who passes my door who passes my path. Look and luck look and sea see whoever is at sea will see that I mean business I can help you I can help them look and see I am the seer I can see relax and meditate I can see
Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. We listen and we judge; good/bad, long/short, interesting/boring, pleasant/painful, rational/irrational, comedy/tragedy, classic/trite, inspiring/depressing; the list could go on. Sometimes we listen eagerly and don’t want the story to end. Other times we are bored and can’t wait for the story to finish. Every story is unique and will resonate differently to others. We use the filter of our mind and the same story will be different to each individual just as the stories of our lives will be unique to ourselves and the filters we perceive with but isn’t this a similitude of life?
What can I say that you do not already know? Why should you read this other than to avoid looking at the truth for yourself? Why am I writing this other than to distract myself from the reality of life? Is life too demanding to be faced undiluted? It seems that life is just too hard to be faced and yet is there anything wrong with not facing that which doesn’t need to be faced?
The truth is just that. What is so special about truth, let alone the truth, or any truth and surely one truth will contradict another truth so the truth is not the truth in the end and why should it be? Surely it would be much wiser to seek happiness, or is happiness the truth? The truth is what is born must die and so if one can accept this truth it will not concern oneself. A meditation practice I learnt as a child was on retiring to go to sleep in the evening to review the day and to hand it over to God knowing that one may die in one’s sleep. Some people may not wish to face their mortality but most religious practises are ways of preparing for one’s death. If you are prepared for something you stand a better chance of handling the situation than if you did nothing.
Having said the above, life is about living and to get too concerned about death or the afterlife is to miss this life. Have fun and make plans for your future and remember that today could be your last day on earth so don’t take it too seriously.
A new concept of Pass the Pencil. Blind or eyes closed. The above was done with Peter Fleming in the Watchmaker Pub, eyes closed, as is the one below. Bored with the predictability of our previous works we tried closing our eyes!
This is a sample from my Flickr account using a Fuji HS50-EXR at 2000mm DSLR equivalent.