Days of Living

November 4, 2015

There are days where we wander the world and see in our dreams the reality of life as nothing but a speck of dust.

But explode that piece of dust and you get billions just like nomads; all looking for the light that signifies purpose and identity.

We wander the earth as beings identified by name and gender but we never are as we seem.

That is the beauty of that speck of dust.

No one needs to know your real name or who you really are.

You could wander to one town and start over completely, not letting anyone know who you are.

But that is the greatest achievement of human kind, we don't need our identities to know when we change.

We only need to know ourselves and who we truly are will follow in the wake that you make.

The world is your never ending mystery case that we all see and want to hear.

But we never encounter what we see and that gives us the mystery and fun in life.

We all want to travel and see the world's beauty and horrors

We all see the true mystery of life isn't what is it.

The real mystery is how much can we do before life's clock stops ticking.

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