Each day passes, and with each one I develop a sense of trepidation....not from the world. Not from some dramatic experience that leaves me without heart. But from several experiences. The kind that most people who see, would think it un-substantial, or insignificant, or just pure coincidence...I however was brought up to believe that there is no such thing as coincidence.
When I take each step through life, moving about the place I call work, and home, and play....I am filled with that sense of emptiness that seems to come when my heart finds comfort..... Why is that?
Feelings of depth without light, sensations of flight without wings, speaking without words, and singing without sound....are these results of everyday clamor? Are those the things we earn through silence?
My heart tells me it is not so. I have loved more sincerely than my dreams could have afforded me. And so I have felt the sensations of flight without wings and without wind. I have fought the darkest of battles, and have been the victim of self betrayal.... I have stood by and taken it, and allowed it to shatter the beat in my heart, and therefore have experienced the darkest nights without that light that is so necessary to live! But all these things have created in me a voice to speak without words, and to sing without music! These are the results of the diligent in heart....I know that now.
To feel the freedom of the birds, and write the songs of spring! To paint the colors of Fall within my imagination, and explore the world about me because of that picture....That is what I have come to merit, from what I have seen.
Eyes continuously looking upon me, from all directions, including above were the reasons of trepidation...or so I thought. But it is my own eyes, that have provided me with the vision of things as they can only be seen through the darkest nights....It is the very eyes I see through, that have brought me the realization of truth...I am the author of my overwhelming trepidations....and as such, I have nowhere to go but into the daylight after every night has passed its course.....
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