They congratulate you on being a year closer to your death, but what do they know about death? Time does not alter cause and effect, intentions do. Does the moon mourn the eternity that predicts its infinite existence? Maybe it does, for who are we to know? But with a light that bright, darkness could never be a surviving champion. Some say that time can heal the pain. What tangible force of change had time ever possessed to fabricate such notions? One should not empower the powerless, for time is not the culprit or the savior for the looming presence of the strongly accredited existence of death.
You are becoming 15 but you may die tonight. A morbid thought that should linger in the memory, to create the strive to fulfill your full potential. Living was never made for the shallow minded, for they were merely surviving in the forged delusions of their fantasies. Taking risks and succumbing to the hoarse call of the wild, would be defined as having the will to carry on. By exploring places so darkly sinister, and illuminating your light upon their bleakest corners. Truly living would not be achieved unless sharing a part of the whole that is your soul, with the pieces that make up another. Perfection is an ominous falsehood conjured by the deathly fingers of the devil. Created with an intention so sinister that suicide seems a merciful replacement.
“Looking” has never been the accurate synonym for “observing”. Traditional dictionaries may oppose the previous statement, but that is only because they lack the skills for the latter. Never crumble to such trivial mindsets, for the universe has an ambiguous tale messily inscribed between the hidden mysteries it envelops. Observe and pay attention to the veiled secrets, that relish in the anticipation of being discovered. Learn the language of the setting sun and the call of the rising full moon. After all, a beauty that enticing demands enchantment and lust, and a passion so fervent that your thoughts are fearless of jumping into the river of the unfamiliar. Safety is a cage so restricting that its bars are made of golden diamonds. An alluring image that shrouds the imminent dangers, that are obscured by its protective syllables.
The future, a word that has been degraded and reduced to an almost trivial meaning. Robbed of its powerful aura and definition, the future has never been so deprived of direction. Technology and materialism has been elected the sole heir to the custody of our future. The potential prospect of the impending years has been tainted by the oppressed image of our distorted society. Don’t allow their darkness to engulf you, allow your defiance against this conventional disease to be your vaccine of light against their infectious virus.
It was your birthday today, and the moon has never looked so ravishing….
