Minuscule miracles
catch our eyes each day,
keep us moving.
No questions,
struggles,
operating order,
and we're happy.
Just getting by,
just drifting,
mini miracles make you.
You shut the door
on a predestined fate,
exceeded expectations.
There's the small matter
of presumptions,
no matter at all.
You weren't born in bounty,
but you earned it.
Faith is the freedom to believe
in something or someone,
anyone or anything.
Trust takes a leap of faith,
confide in who you can.
Pride pulls you down to earth,
or sends you skyrocketing
into outer space.
The spirit of a thriving character is courageous.
Don't let your weakness kill your spirit,
let your strength keep you confident.
Be brave, without worry,
let your intuition lead the way.
Hope comes in many forms
-a spark, a firefly.
A small something to light up your life,
to keep you occupied in troubled times.
Hope does not wander aimless,
it targets those at risk of losing faith.
It pulls you out of misery
in the most miraculous ways.
Hope has a way of making life okay.
On occasion, we have to
surrender to our circumstance
and give up with grace.
Admit defeat,
heal your broken heart,
new beginnings.
You have the choice
to put the past behind you.
The choice to empty your picture frames
and put new memories inside.
Everyone in this world idles lost,
sifting through what to keep,
and what to toss.
What will you miss?
What can you buy brand new?
What should be tossed to the trash?
Some objects stay missing forevermore,
some objects are lessons learned.
Some lessons are meant to pass
on to the next student.
We own not a single item in this life,
we only rent and borrow until we die.
Arrogance doesn't
overshadow benevolent acts.
No throne can make your life,
or worldly possessions
worth more than mine.
You are not superior to me,
or anyone I know.
Possessions are not
more precious than people.
Pride can be such
a malevolent device,
it can be willing to kill
to keep its dignity.
Worthless-
what a way to feel without
your worldly dominion.
We're drifting on a ship,
unaware of who will float
in and out of our lives.
Question who to keep close,
and who to let coast into the distance.
Drifting through this life,
you will meet millions.
There are a million mouths
to speak their peace about you.
Yet not a single voice matters
unless it matters to you.
You'll have your own opinions,
you'll hold your tongue,
you'll spill your guts.
You'll learn about this world,
how to handle yourself,
how to handle others.
How to anchor yourself.
A question, a thousand times a day,
vanishes when it counts.
A question collision,
causes self-doubt.
Ask it when it counts.
Ask it, when it, counts.
Self-doubt creates a trap,
caged inside our own minds.
A fear of failure,
a fear of success.
A fear of death,
a fear of living.
A fear of the unknown, living,
somewhere in between.
Between failure and success,
alive but not living.
Humanity dreams of the multitudes-
healthier lives, peace, occupation, retirement.
We dream of what's around the corner,
what we can build for years to come.
Execution is the tricky part,
and the willingness to move on
after striking a stumbling block.
How do you cope?
Do you move on
and try to step over
this block as you build?
Ignorance creates weakness,
keep trying till you stumble no more.
Confidence is crucial
to cracking cowardice.
Fight your fears
to climb the ladder.
Climb to find your lost character
-to find yourself.
Inch out into the sun
or stay hidden in the dark.
Darkness only knows
the light can cast its shadow.
Follow in the footsteps
of shadowy greatness,
and let the sun create you.
Don't compare yourself
to other creations,
you're the only person
in your particular position.
How is greatness achieved?
How are you to know
until you try?
Disconnected,
counting the metaphoric miles
between my world and me.
Struck by the reality
of complete strangers surrounding me.
Disconnect,
don't understand anyone-
but be there,
to be...
Exist for what?
To be me,
or something,
or nothing,
how am I to know?
I've become lost in my existence,
what have I been created for?
Once, I knew the answer,
had a super singular view on life,
well, my view has strayed.
I've humbled myself.
My problems became menial,
and I can't bring myself to care
about the menial any longer.
The world can take my menial life,
and I'd be none the wiser,
as I have nothing left to offer.
I continue to breathe,
but can't understand why.
I don't belong here,
don't know why,
but I continue to be.