Eye Opening Words
Isn't it funny how a person can wish and wish upon stars and candles for whatever it may be they desire the most, yet they take so much of their time wishing that they miss their dream coming true. I have focused so hard on a beautiful picture of magical powers splashing whimsically onto an open canvas. Everyday I fill my own head with meaningless stories all depicting myself as a godlike creature. Sometimes I am cursed with my blessings and other times I am blessed with curses. Power rages throughout my being, enveloping the weak child I have always been, and my dreams take me away into an elaborate kingdom of my own design. I am free in the passing moments that I am left to my thoughts. Simple seconds tick away and I miss more and more of reality. Of course, I can't lock myself away forever. I can see that my frivolous moments of solitude are starting to disconnect me from those whom I am in debt to for helping me out of my hell years ago. I know I have to return to the ones I love and make them proud. I am hurting them by going back into the world I fabricated. So, my wish was this: Can I merge the two?
What a damn fool I've been for asking such a preposterous thing. Of course I see my loved ones in my world, because this right here is my world. It's not in my head, the journey's are different, but I am growing. I am blossoming just as the hero in my tales. The me in my story and the me right now are not two different people. I have powers in this reality. They're different, but they are truly remarkable. I am far more significant than I give myself credit for. Good God, I can see ghosts for Christ sake!
We are not what we once were and we will never be what we are now ever again. The memories we have of the past experiences we created with woven moments of time, are what make our lives so delicate. We are precious creatures that are destined to one die, and yet despite this terrifying fact of looming death, the fear remains dormant in the backs of our minds. We occupy ourselves with the most terrific activity a living being can do. We grow. It is so beautiful. We fucking grow, shattering each of our past selves and remaking ourselves into newer, far better beings. Within seconds, we make ourselves into ghosts.
I find aging to be a beautiful process. Think about it! We start off as these little sea monkeys with small chances of survival, and despite every odd that dares stand in our paths, we form into tiny humans and enter the world as little soldiers prepared for a long, and glorious battle. From the first twitch of an infant's mouth and the shimmering twinkle of knowing in its eyes, it breaks its first layer of innocence and ventures forth, cracking itself further and making a new being at the exact same time.
A wise forum once said, "We are all broken." and it saved me from ruining myself for the sake of wishful thinking. In thinking about how that may be true, I glimpsed into the long forgotten window of reality, and what I saw took my breath away. I'm not afraid of the events about to transpire. I welcome the oncoming challenge this world is bringing me. Take a look at the world, my unnamed companions, instead of wishing for it. It surely bares the gifts you've been hoping for all this time. I hope to see you in the fight for hope and wishes soon.