Just Thinking
The art of decay brings life into a once plentiful landscape
Fire is the art of many things but is strangely continuously used for destruction and never creation of the beauty’s and passions of the mind, soul, and body that it symbolizes strongly for
Why is that?
There’s a question for everything, something, and someone
What does it mean to briefly light a candle in the encroaching darkness; shouldn’t you want to keep that flame burning? Or better yet why not a bonfire or does that goes out quicker than a small burning candle leading the lost and blind through the dark?
I have many questions that I find myself wishing there was a place where I may meet someone that I can have this conversation with; bouncing off of ideas
But alas the world is too big and too small at the same time for that to happen in my lifetime or is because of the path I’m on
Or has it do with how tentative I am to take that next step
One cannot be tentative on the path of life and goals, or you can be, it’s not as if I’ve stopped moving
One must remember there are obstacles on this path and everyone deals with them differently and as quickly as they can depends on that singular person and how much they want it
The first obstacle is yourself and it’s going to be either hard or easy, but it doesn’t mean for you to give up
No
Then this tentative walk you walk on this path will become stagnant and the time that civilization of man had created will swallow you whole
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