An Unfulfilled Promise, An Unobserved Truth

Life, Truth, Happiness, the pursuit of all that matters to oneself.

In this day and age, it is hard to find a truth of that. A bottomless hole, an empty ravine of nothingness that fills up our perspective of the world. When we are so disillusioned with ourselves to think it possible or worthy, the pain accompanied with the reality always hurts so much more.

To dare to dream is to fight the hatred of our own soul.

Embittered by a life overwhelmed with ideas and impossibilities where criticism is a more friendly face than that of loved ones. What matters? What does not matter? Is it really that hard to say?

I used to think the primary meaning of life was to stay connected. Each and every person could share happiness and understanding if only given time and a minute to connect.

But alas, cold winds bellow from the sustainability of “what matters” in the long run. What is practical is the only solution for a problem.

But what of my heart?! What of dreams of flight like Wrights or dreams of speed as Ford? What of the man Gucci who was simply a bellhop one day with an idea to make bags for his guests…

What is this hope I feel when all I see is despair… The pain of never achieving. Do I not try hard enough?! Do I not feel enough!? The everlasting lust and need for more to be a thing I can tangibly grab within my fingertips. The something to hold and have, the mystery of the object to withhold!?

Desire… it is a dangerous and cruel game. Many win and many lose… the chips you bet are your heart. Thing is, how thin a line do you dance in giving it up or holding it close to your chest to find the truth.

It is a cruel mistress indeed. Hold your head high, hope and believe. For they can break your body, your mind, but do not let them break your spirit. Dream, Dream, Dream…

Dream, Dream, Dream…

Hold fast to those dreams. Until the day you may let them burn bright through life.