Most of what is happening is the search for the right way or series of words… most of what is happening is the unfolding of the thoughts as haphazard reflections… in truth I am not returning kind for kind or stroke for stroke… what I am doing is the best I can with what is within me… I miss a great deal in the words of others… placing my mirror over theirs… or my filters over the pictures they paint… truth is… for the most of us our lives are truly interesting… we have small bumps in the day to day… what we complain about in the scope of true hardship is minor… we have been led to believe our lives are struggles… that we have to put our nose to the grinding stone and press on in spite of what life places before us… when in truth we should move toward being happy all the time… our focus in life should be how do we enjoy today…
Each has their own thought process… each see in the other a way to be… each regards what is before them as a pleasure in some way… each has a degree of wonder within them… each is a slice of the other and a peace of the other… each is an inspiration and a source of solace from the world… each is the motivation and the place we go to find our center… each has their own way to reach out and find their bearings in the fog that life can some times be… we do what we must do to be who we must be… and some times we find the course difficult not because it is… butt because we our… we our the barrier to our own success… we are the walls and the bridges and the castle battlements that we fight against… when we learn with peaceful reflection that while others can say no… it is we who choose to accept or reject that opinion…
One road is a smile… the other road is bliss… the other is a bit more or less… another is a balancing act… still another asks a great deal… while another asks nothing… the world is filled with choices we have to make as to what road we take… often we find the path that will give us the least resistance… in finding our way we make choices some are mistakes… some are not… some are for the best… some teach us lessons in a more harsh environment then others… would we choose to them again… the outcome is the person we are… would we choose to change that by not following in our footsteps… perhaps I would be different had I knot chosen certain ways… perhaps I would be the same lost soul I am some times… in many ways I am the liar… the thief… the criminal mind… in other ways I am just a common man… I am a realist about myself… I know the difference between the façade and the reality…
Singular words create flux… taken out of context… each word is an island of its own… a varied island of sights sounds and texture… each word fills the vacuum of your mind with a variety of images… they are the rocks that create the foundation… the source of your skills to speak… each is its own wondrous apparition…