Heavy eyelids scour the present. It only finds memories to hold on to. If they are good, the memories linger. If they aren't I shouldn't even bother. But the questions they keep coming up, and my will to fight them loosens. Fighting and holding with all my might, to something I don't own. Can never own, I don't know that yet. See, again the questions. The doubt. But I've decided to stop. To dive into conversations, spark debates, talk about strange characters, to talk about a new mission. Life with short term goals is more worth living. The satisfaction is exemplary. Achieving a long term goal, must have a mature ring to it. It is after all made with a concise decision. When everything falls into place, what kinda feeling must that be? I'm only human, desires never stop. They are like little saplings, raring to grow. Hurdling against the gravity, seeking pleasure, desperately and staunchly wanting to lift their heads up and like a new employee eagerly looking up at his boss...asking who the hell the sun is! One things for sure, and I borrow it from Bradly Thomas from The Feast of Love, God doesn't hate us, Harry. If he did, he wouldn't have made our hearts so brave.
Well, so we shall remain, brave. Take it easy, be all that we have always wanted to be...happy. That's all there is to it really. Simple, plain happiness. Life goes on, but it's these moments when we were truly loved that remain.
