Life's Calling

    Life is beautiful, so make the most out of it. Cherish each day like it was a miracle, cast aglow by a new universe, a universe that cannot exist without you. Each day is a fresh start to a new life. That is why adulthood is such a marvelous thing. It should not be wasted by trivial pursuits of desire but fermented by the peace and wisdom of moderation. It should be strengthened by the trials endured, not indentured to them. Adulthood can be a wonderful thing for those who recognize their potential. Even dark things can be beautiful, tainted as they are by grotesque images. Inside the shell, where the light fails to get through, grows a supersonic spirit yearning to break free, collecting snippets of discarded poetry for the escape. And that is when it happens, when the cut polarizes spirit, the curtain is raised and the song of the angels is heard, all those dark days becoming bathed in perfect mercy. Forgiveness is there, in her white sky diadem, the wind sailing through her hair, to render the years redeemed, truth abloom in a butterfly garden, myriad of changes the season eclipsed. 
    Most of us are too busy moving to live in solace as nature intended. We are too busy fighting nature to honor it, the true god, the entity that truly created us. Truth shines greatest for those who are still, unreactive, forced to bear the gravest burdens, that of humanity's disenchantment with harmony. Depression can drain them, dissociate them, disavow the holy roses whence they exfoliated, without color and without love, wandering aimlessly in a deep coma, looking for answers. Regaining faith in the goodness of mankind can take years, decades, even lifetimes. There are many of these lost souls, excommunicated from the church of benevolence, going through life searching for that divine spark to reignite them. Some succeed where others fail, and that is all it takes to forgive the spirit, for the shadow is cast stronger than those who spin the horizon.