Thoughts

Boredom:

As I left my eyes open and allowed them to wander, conscious only of my desire to not be conscious of anything, the dull, familiar weight of lethargy began to sag my severely slumping shoulders further towards the floor, and a realization of hopelessness began to slowly creep across my body. By actively pushing away any responsibility and working to generate a point in my life where I could simply release the controls and spend my remaining years on auto-pilot, I began to grasp the innate rhythms and patterns my life would have to embrace in order to become a static existence. Eliminating my third dimension and becoming as though an extra in someone else’s life story. This was my existence. My emotions become dulled and jaded, present only when socially required to foil another character, my back story simply a compliment to theirs.

Devotion:

A tree holds to the ground in a windstorm through the roots it has taken so long to burrow deep into the soil. It doesn’t relinquish that hold regardless how many of it’s leaves are ripped away, no matter how forcefully it is pushed backward, clinging so tightly that the earth itself must be torn up along with it, screaming and groaning as it surrenders its will through complete exertion. Without the soil, a tree would cease to exist, so why shouldn’t it die trying to remain there?

Early Marriage:

It seems to me as we age the most sexually promiscuous begin searching for a simple sort of love and companionship, falling into that with another who is having an affair because they became married too young.

Religion:

For as we strive forward to find, we must beware the ties that bind
The road we walk is hard to see, if our gaze remains on our feet
So little attention should ever be paid, of the steps behind we've already made
Lest our eyes betray the distance we tread, and become disheartened by the length ahead
Be mindful of the stump of a tree, who stopped and allowed his roots to go deep
Contented to relinquish the search, feeling he had gotten close enough
Though he came much further than some, undue worth keeps him from moving on
While he seemed tall from those who behind he left, those who pass by see only a rest
And if you reach an end on your road, remember the reason so far you have strode
For sometimes we feel lost and alone, our trek finding ground before never known
Trust in your shepherd's love to guide you, and ask that your path will stay true
Step surely in the footprints you've laid, this is how new roads come to be made
Keep your thoughts on ever-going stride, and welcome those who walk beside
Do not be deterred if they choose to break, they still might arrive just a little late
When you pass the stumps I mention, point their eyes on lost intention
So they too may let go of the earth which they cling, and share your reward in life everlasting.

Love:

There is nothing in this world more emotionally enlightening than a moment of experiencing love. It’s as though every sense, every nerve ending in your body, every neuron in your brain all glow suddenly at once, overwhelming you with a thousand racing thoughts at once, and yet…you are completely content to just let them all go by without a second thought, focused peacefully on the girl lying asleep on your lap as your run your fingers softly through her hair.