INEVITABLE SUNRISE

It goes like this… It could not be stolen, or broken or denied. It is wheel that can’t be stopped. It is wave. It is will. And because we haven’t made it and we cannot control it, we are learned to name it and shape it and fill it up with bullshit, that we call “the way of life.” But there is structure by itself. It is about the balance, chaos and a perfect loop. Life is not about days that pass or days we use or nights we fill. We invented time. And all the ceremony in it helps us to feel the change, to think we grow and possess. That we go instead of passing. But breathe of space we can’t erase. Lights of stars we cannot catch. Our life is overrated and free will is a lie. We are blind and we are confused. We work too much, we run too fast, we don’t care, we lose our breath, but still unable to believe how thing reality is not for us to take, to have. When looking into the night sky and kind of vanishing into horizon, in life of stars, when knowing deep inside for sure, that life is forever… and it is random, and it is just another point of view, that separates me from you. For everybody’s use is shown each day….that sun will rise. Light will come. Warmth is not gone and colours… darkness doesn’t change a thing. Noticing the midnight rain is courage. It is hope. It is a call of being. The brave admits the loss, the weakness and the fear. The wisdom shown. The answer told. It is just a fact of rising day, of constant change, of movement and a chance that again we wear what hurts, to go deep, to lose the ok mask, to break, to quit… Because of balance, it is the only way to see how light is coming out of night, and how life is starting over… new day, new life, new stars. It is what counts. It is inevitable sunrise.