wence we came in Book of Lies.....

As we travel through the days of our lives there is expected to be many a joy and burdens that also must be carried. The joys seem fleeting and the burden weigh heavy.

It truly has become a world of black and white. If we dissect our world this way we tend to buffer ourselves from disappointment and regret. Black is a beautiful color but it reputation proceeds it and therefore pollutes our perceptions. When I hear white I think stark or blinding where black we search and go slowly but go we still persevere. Black is not death but the acceptance of it’s inevitability.

You lie near danger and still not face death. You can paint a picture in your mind but it still only a thought and not even your own reality. Reality hurts. It bleeds and breaths. Gasping for life to it’s bitter or sweet end. Ultimately we can choose to see it’s beauty, cleansing our minds of fallacies taught us and embrace how it can be a thing of beauty.

Every path can seem to be dark and treacherous but it is still a path. Some eternal design to walk though the darkest of nights and still see the path and find the way.