May 21, 2009

The Mirror and Your Life

Every choice you make will eventually lead you to another crossroad in which another decision will have to be made.
Every action you take will have a direct impact on the lives of each individual who will be by your side at the end.

Who will be with you when the sands of time run dry?

Who will stand beside you, before you, to honor and carry on your legacy?
The answers in which you seek lye in the reflection that stares back at you.

Who do you see?
Do you see your greatest mistakes or your proudest accomplishments?
Do you see the faces of the hearts you broke or the ones you helped to rebuild?
Have you honored the teachings of you elders, staying true to the core beliefs in which they have set forth?
Or have you gone astray, creating your own path of desolation and despair, nothing more than a lost soul dishonoring those who taught you better.

You are who you choose to be.

The reflection that stares back at you can easily be shattered, as it proves to be only a glimpse of your current life.

A life that you can change.

A life that you can honor.

A life that is more than the circumstances of this world allow it to be.

The reflection in which you see today does not have to be the same reflection of that in whom you see tomorrow.

The mirror is only skin deep.

May 6, 2009

Truth

The heart is the best and worst kind of weapon.
How easily it can open itself up to love and forgiveness.
How quick it can be to accept happiness and skip a beat.
And yet, how fast the heart can run and hide in fear.
How desperate it can be to close itself off from the world, slowly numbing itself to lessen the blow of disappointment.

The heart: The human heart: Your heart:

It can be your greatest alli or your worst enemy.
But when the two notions are weighed and compared against each other, how much easier it is to let your heart be your friend.
Your comrade. Your truth.
Your heart will always speak the truth. It is you, the vessel in whom carries the heart that speaks falsely.
We are only as strong as our weakest player.
Our thoughts and our emotions are so closely linked that far too many times, they keep us from seeing the reality.
It is up to you, the vessel in whom carries the heart, to open your mind and let the truth poor in.
Let truth fall down like rain and shower you with it's purity.
Let truth consume the depths of your being and overwhelm you with it's intensity.
But seek in caution my dear, sweet friend.
For the truth can be an unbearable reality to accept. Your life may very well never be the same once you have seen, tasted, and believed.
But believe you must. Never lose sight of that in which the heart seeks.

May 4, 2009

The heart that fights

When did lust become more important that love?
When did a brief moment of satisfaction become more significant than a lifetime of happiness?
This generation is so caught up in instant gratification that they cannot see the forest for the trees.
They are so blinded by immediate satisfaction that they would not know a good thing if it came up and slit their throat.
They will bleed out through their lungs, only knowing a false version of excellence.
They will burn in the twisted facade of happiness as the bitter ashes rise up into the wind.
Only to be scattered amongst the empty, leaving behind the remains of a broken life.
A life not even worth remembering because their actions brought nothing but dishonor and disgrace.

This my friend, is when you and I will rise.
We will stand side by side, hand in hand, with nothing but truth in our eyes and love in our hearts.
We will walk with pride and exude elegance because we know grace.
We will fulfill the dreams forgotten and fight for the love that was lost because we know that only through love, can there be peace.
We will honor the brave and pray for the soul of the coward. May God have mercy for the pain in which they have caused.
And when the day is done, and the words that needed to be said were spoken, we will rest.
For we will have lived a life so passionate and true, not even death itself can silence.