Post by Kabal on Mar 31, 2006 23:08:35 GMT -5
My thoughts this night, are free of grim embrace.
They turn to the lessons life has given.
Humility brings reward, Love brings purpose.
Love... A word describing a miraculous emotion. So many facets does it hold.
And many types of love there are as well. To Love is to live, to love a friend, a brother, a sister? To love your mother and father? And a beloved... All are forms of love that are to be cherished, and to pursue just one is to limit yourself.
I have been given much. I have friends I consider brother and sister, and I have a family that is loving and generous.
And while cursed to bare the weight of many illness of the mind, I still see them. And I strive to never fail nor betray them.
While my search for a beloved has been fruitless or bitter... I still have those who have strived to aid, and whom I strive for.
Life, a lesson with many parts.
Belief, that which represents our ideals.
Actions, that which represents ourselves in the physical world.
Mantra, the beliefs we chant into ourselves, be they toxic like doubt, or uplifting such as Affirmation of duty to beliefs.
Word, the sword we wield against that which silences others.
The cloak of our self. That which creates our own self-image... I am begining to see myself for what I am.
I am myself. I am a man who devotes much time to thought, and strives to never hurt others with the sharpness of word, or the suddenness of Action.
I think, I feel, of what others go through, trying to understand those who feel alone, and while often I fail, often do I succeed as well?
Thought, the contemplation of destiny, of fate.
My Destiny, My Fate... I am to see much, and experience all I can. I explore through the, the world around me.
Clarity, to shield myself from doubt which tries to mislead me. I see myself, equal to all, different, yet equal. For do we not all suffer the pang of doubt? Even if you do not yield to it, it returns evermore. Do we all not suffer through our own tragedy? Is there any beneath another at all?
No. Equal we are, our own battles do we fight, our own suffering do we endure, and attempt to relieve.
Comrades against the darkness of ignorance, Brothers and Sisters in arms against the wrath of hatred...
Interconnected, though not one of us understand everything, together, we accomplish anything.
When a Brother falls, do we not feel his Impact?
When a Sister rises, are we not elated by her Joy?
When a Mother overcomes challenge, are we not ourselves successful?
When a Father watches his son, become his own man,
Do we not feel the same pride?
Of course... if we try to see, then yes, we do feel.
I know my place in this world... I am to see all that my brothers, my sisters, my mothers, my fathers accomplish.
I am to accomplish my own, and share it with all.
This world is my family, and I love my family so.
They turn to the lessons life has given.
Humility brings reward, Love brings purpose.
Love... A word describing a miraculous emotion. So many facets does it hold.
And many types of love there are as well. To Love is to live, to love a friend, a brother, a sister? To love your mother and father? And a beloved... All are forms of love that are to be cherished, and to pursue just one is to limit yourself.
I have been given much. I have friends I consider brother and sister, and I have a family that is loving and generous.
And while cursed to bare the weight of many illness of the mind, I still see them. And I strive to never fail nor betray them.
While my search for a beloved has been fruitless or bitter... I still have those who have strived to aid, and whom I strive for.
Life, a lesson with many parts.
Belief, that which represents our ideals.
Actions, that which represents ourselves in the physical world.
Mantra, the beliefs we chant into ourselves, be they toxic like doubt, or uplifting such as Affirmation of duty to beliefs.
Word, the sword we wield against that which silences others.
The cloak of our self. That which creates our own self-image... I am begining to see myself for what I am.
I am myself. I am a man who devotes much time to thought, and strives to never hurt others with the sharpness of word, or the suddenness of Action.
I think, I feel, of what others go through, trying to understand those who feel alone, and while often I fail, often do I succeed as well?
Thought, the contemplation of destiny, of fate.
My Destiny, My Fate... I am to see much, and experience all I can. I explore through the, the world around me.
Clarity, to shield myself from doubt which tries to mislead me. I see myself, equal to all, different, yet equal. For do we not all suffer the pang of doubt? Even if you do not yield to it, it returns evermore. Do we all not suffer through our own tragedy? Is there any beneath another at all?
No. Equal we are, our own battles do we fight, our own suffering do we endure, and attempt to relieve.
Comrades against the darkness of ignorance, Brothers and Sisters in arms against the wrath of hatred...
Interconnected, though not one of us understand everything, together, we accomplish anything.
When a Brother falls, do we not feel his Impact?
When a Sister rises, are we not elated by her Joy?
When a Mother overcomes challenge, are we not ourselves successful?
When a Father watches his son, become his own man,
Do we not feel the same pride?
Of course... if we try to see, then yes, we do feel.
I know my place in this world... I am to see all that my brothers, my sisters, my mothers, my fathers accomplish.
I am to accomplish my own, and share it with all.
This world is my family, and I love my family so.