Poems and Thoughts

Dust and Balance

[ this text is already on my blog but I decided to post it here anyway ]

   I thought I was just a star in a infinite universe of planets, moons, dust...

   What about dust?
   It's part of everything, a small piece of you, me and everyone.

   Do we see this magic dust?
   No, but why?
   Because we waste our time looking at the finished product and avoid the whole process of creation.

   The creation is the reason why the finished product exists, the dust is the explanation of how it was created.

   We don't really care about how it was created, we accepted the dogma by making up theories but never proving them.

   Some say it was God, others believe in the Big Bang but what about something concrete? What about being certain, capable of saying "This was the reason." ; "This is how it happened."?
   That just doesn't exist, and it doesn't exist because nobody wants it to. Probably we fear the truth, probably we believe what we want because the real cause, the real explanation of how we were created is scary.

    But we need to face our fears so that we can evolve, we must "kill the monsters that scare us" so that we can become stronger.
   And it doesn't happen in seconds just because we decided to face them, it's the whole process. Rome wasn't built in a day yet it became so huge, so powerful.
   You can be powerful, you are powerful.

   I know things seem destroyed, I know you have no hope or faith in yourself and that you think you must end it all to stop suffering. I know how it is to feel like sleeping is the only way to stop feeling or thinking.
   I get it.

   But I have faith in you. More than I have on myself.

   Your smile, your laugh, your words.... They make my day brighter.

   I know probably I'm not your moon but you are my sun and I need you to keep this universe existing. I need you to balance my temper and I'm here if you need me, whenever you need me.
    I still love you on your darkest days.