Life withers away, leave not but a sense of longing and waste. A sad thing, to have the feeling of owning all and yet having nothing. Life is not a game to be played, or a task to simply finish. It is a thing of beauty, a journey to be taken, a plot to be coursed, a discovery to be made, something we cannot simply let go by. We cannot look back and see regret, What ifs, and Should'ves. I know that, in my heart, what I do is right. I know that what I do is just. I know in my heart, that despite this, it will go by unnoticed, unnatended, and unloved. The fire of warmth that once kept it safe is dying out, leaving a bitterness long since forgotten. It saddens me to see this inevitability, but to happen so soon... I would like to believe that it means all the greatness we think it does, but to have a false hope is only leaving a sad eventuality. If only there were some way to be able to keep it alive with the power of one person, to keep things the same. Yet, out of the ashes that is this retchedness, springs the Pheonix of beauty and hope. Bearing with it the fruits of life and all of its glory. And then I think to myself...This is what is worth fighting for.I am Kael Smith, and these are my thoughts
