Forgotten

Lost

We all travel through unknown spaces of time. Where we end up, we never know. We're all drifiting. All lost. All trying to find ourselves.
What we think makes us happy doesnt. When we dont have what makes us happy, we doubt. And when we doubt we lose ourselves.
I sit at a desk most of the day and write. I write through my lost life. I write through the pain and unhappiness. Why? Because deep down inside there is a person I call me.
And that person. That life. That spirit of myself knows exactly who I am and who i need to be. I just struggle to reach that person. To become that person.
Because in truth im doing all of this for the first time. And frankly im never gonna be able to go back and try again. I can make the choices but my life is in the hands of God. Nowadays we think that all creativity is bad. Its not.
Humanity is a special people. Our art is the hand of God when it follows his precepts. Our emotions come from Him, and our expressions and feelings channel ourselves more to Him.
When i write I cry, I get angry, I get depressed, I become elated and happy, I get lonely, I find friends, I change the world or destroy it, but i find God.
Our work isnt meaningless when we struggle. Our dreams arent always crazy things that cant be reached. Let your soul fly when you get imaginative. There is one thing we are all called to do. That is to always be happy no matter what we do with our lives.
Whether we be plumbers, teacher, writers, musicians, althletes, or buisnessmen, we should all live happy lives. Dont forget to live in the moment. Live with hope, with faith, with love. And be strong. I know you are strong.
So fly! Fly and be free! You are more special than anything in the world. And you are loved.
Travel down the road less traveled and find that the world is a beautiful place when all you have is you mind and soul, and the hand of God by your side.