LookingGlass

Unfortunately the piece I wrote this to won't be heard due to youtube policies blocking it so I settled with this one

I loss my self in the night… thoughts of disappearing from a life which is not my own, I want to live and be as I was born, but at every turn there is a reminder of what has been left behind, traded for the thrill of momentary pursuits and yet I have to live. Live on in an isolated box, because the consequence of the past of being a loner crystallizes your aspirations and dreams, as the latter can not be had without others. But how to know others, how to feel that inner feeling associated with your youth, when finding friends was like finding your right hand at the break of dawn. Everything is right when you don’t have the constructs of a past holding you down from future prospects of happiness. But the past has brought you, made you to receive a future in the moment, the future of your dreams if you could but live in this moment. Live in it without the need to fight or flight the pangs of birth into a greater self, one which you could gradually become if you could endure what life gives to you for you. Life is funny, as contrary as it might be, it is for you, and since it is for you it doesn’t give you anything that you can not personally handle. So personally handle it, like a candle lit, become a great flame. The light in you shines brighter in darkness, and the chill air of the night can never snuff out such luminosity.

So look to it, in yourself. You know the truth; the darkness which comes for you and affects you is merely the absence of your presence. So be present and the night becomes like the day! If you be present it will all pass you by in defeat. Not your defeat but the victory of soaring high. Like a bird, will your prospective be as high as the clouds above. While you exist in the happenings, they can not touch you but you can touch them if you come down to the level of the ground. The ground is hard and you may fall against it sometimes along the way, but remember it’s all a dream and like a dream even when you fall you will always wake up again, again to live and breathe the air. The air smells like summer, a time when life is alive. It is alive in you, you can visit it anytime. It doesn’t have a watch on it, no big hand or little hand. So take your hand and reach into yourself and find that which you have always been. The Been which was and still is, resting inside of you that you parted with. Bring it out, it’s crowded in there but empty out here so there is room as so few do it. The void needs you. The world needs you. Fill it and no more will the thoughts of disappearing arise rather the disappearing that happened in others will be encouraged to come back again. Again to live and be merry… and become married to life again, like those days when nothing was complicated and everything taken as play. You know this whole world is a play, so play well and be the best you can be, because today is your hour to shine and be what you were always meant to be. So cheer up... the crowd is awaiting you!

Good luck to self and everyone.