It doesn't matter what you face. We all face something. Whether it is the hellstorm that makes up your life, or it is the nothingness that seems to be all that it may amount to. We all face and fight something. Conforming or not conforming, the problem that will always seem to arise will be the pain of whatever is best for the group at large, or for the ones that come after; for this is the nobel way, and therefore, the right way. But that’s just it. There is no right way because that would suggest that there is an end to the fight. That would be death. That is when your fight is over. People surround us. People who lose and people who win, but mostly, its the people who lose. It’s why many are quick to admit defeat, or become blood thirsty for winning; we have seen the pain of lost. For some it makes them stronger but that is only because they take life as not only the fight that it presents itself as being, but also the lessons that it teaches. We cannot win without admitting our folly, even when we believe that the other is crazy for being different. We don't realize that often times, it's why they are right. Yet, being right isn’t the reason for being right, it’s the reason for seeing the world with new eyes. And that is what you need in your arsenal against the great fight that is life.
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Moon Willows Tantrums
PoesíaPeople know me as someone who speaks. They have never heard my poetry. Because that is where I scream.
