Failing

Sometimes failing is easier than trying. Same as falling is to climbing. But sometimes it is worth more to keep trying. You see, when we fail we lose sight of hope. And when hope ceases to exist so does all meaning of life.

Yet we are creatures of habit, so we fail time and time again, never realizing our faults. We curse the higher power and blame it for this failure of a life we live. We know change is needed but deep down we realize it is almost impossible. Same as fire is during a wind storm.  This fire, it seems was meant to burn out, its small flickering light to be but a memory. Faded and cracked we look upon our past, only seeing broken hearts and shattered dreams. The good is there, I promise you that. It is mixed in with the bad, how easy it is to overlook it.

We reached out to each other once, trying to hold ourselves together, in the process we some how fell apart. I tried to hold you but when you looked in my eyes all I saw was failure. This shocked me to the core. Have I always been like this to you? We always said forever, but forever is cut short when we lose sight of hope and maybe even love.

It’s never been easy, but we never thought it would be. I sometimes wish the past would reveal all its dark secrets for just a couple of moments of peace and freedom. Those two things I have not heard of nor felt in a long time. Yet everyone seems to strive for them. Demanding their presence. They refuse to show.

Yet, you saw me. In my true form, you never let me lose sight of hope. Just when I trusted you and gave you my hope and dreams, you pulled them away from me. How selfish of you. I needed you but you refused to share. Now I stand here all alone, just I and my failure to keep me company. You see I gave up once you left. I never saw the point of trying after that.

But that was along time again. I get stronger with each day, and with each day you become a little less real to me. One day I figure I will not even remember you. I wish I could say that this though makes me sad but you see, after what you put my heart through, I figure it is the least I can do. That fire that burnt out during a wind storm is trying to rekindle it self. It will happen, maybe not for a while, but one day it could be strong enough to burn down a forest. Its failure just being a small part of its past..

Don't Grow Up

 We grow up fast; we forget what it is like to be a child. For a child has a favorite colour, animal, and friend. But we grow; ready to throw those things behind us. Only wanting to be grown up faster. How sad. We forget the beauty in the world, like the first snow fall of winter, or the morning sun.  Instead, we trade that to rush to work and than rush home, so the next day we can start it all over again, just to make a few dollars. With those few dollars we make our kingdom bigger and better, begging the world to notice how great we have become.

When I was child it was so easy to find God. I found him everywhere and in everything. Now all I seem to be able to find is rules and religion. I still look for this

God of my youth, but deep down I know that I will never find him again. For my days of believe in anything so easily are gone.   I miss the days of boredom on a warm summer’s day, when school was a distant thought and my life amounted to no more than catching the next butterfly or climbing the tallest tree. Being a child, you see the world through pure eyes. Not seeing the terror or evil that exists in the world. Only see just beyond your front porch. Where friends are easily made and a great adventure is always just about to begin.

As adults, we teach children right from wrong, demanding that we they see the world though our eyes. Telling them it will get them farther in the world. Maybe this is true, I am not certain of that yet. What if we were to look through a child eyes again, seeing only what they see. What would we find? The desperate urge to be old and mature? Or maybe just the gentle longing to read a book, a book that I use to love in my youth. But I have since out grown it. As will most children. I beg you child, don’t grow up. Hold on to this moment in your life, where the world is soft and pretty. Hold on to your fairy tales and puppet plays. Hold on to your favorite books and colours. Hold on.  For this world had enough adults trying to make a few bucks. But we lose the dreamers and wonders when they grow up. So with my last thought on this page and with this final breath of air that I breathe in, I beg you, dear child, don’t be too eager to see the world through adult eyes. For your eyes will make this world an adventure to live in everyday. Don’t grow up.

Change

We all want to be something else. We twist and bend ourselves until we feel that we have somehow changed. God made it so that the caterpillar can turn into the beautiful butterfly. But you and I will never achieve our brightly colored wings. For just at the moment when we feel we have changed enough, we want to be something else.

I always wanted to be that person who could climb to the top of a mountain and find wisdom and peace, but my downfall you see, is that gravity keeps pulling me down. It pulls and pulls and pulls, until one day I will be six feet under and no longer caring about wisdom nor peace. 

I once tried to be like a flower. I stood in the sun and rain for hours. Begging God to be seen and yet still ignored.  At the end of it was still me, just waiting for my fall. For I will fall, out grace, out of sight, out of love. Somehow it always works that way. I will try to change my ways but it will achieve nothing, for at the end of it I will still be me.

Could you imagine, looking at the stars, so brightly, every night. Wishing for this life to get better, while your world crumbles down around you. I’ve been there, my friend, I want to say it can get better, but to do that would be to lie to you. And I can tell you have had enough people do that to you. You don’t want the truth, but you don’t want me to lie. I can only give you one or the other, the choice is yours, it always has been.

 I’ve only just met you at this cross road, but you will have to keep walking on this road, with or without me.  For your path is your own. You can try to change it, but maybe that change is all in the master’s plan.