Sometimes it is hard to be able to say that “I am a good person”. But truly has being good is judge as such that it is indeed good, or that the work that is good is seen rather that of the book. Likely has it been is so far from the fact of a simple grasp of how vast the ocean is.
We live in a world so succumb to the ideals of living that we all forget the very fundamental that is life; us. Having loved, and having seen, is something that once were crucial, not so now.
The day that goes through is sometimes somewhat so superficial that you can at times feel a sense of bitterness that has nothing more to be able to be dealt. A sense that you are indeed a fish amongst the vast school that swam together in the abyss.
Come to a fact, come to a judgment, and come to be rejected. Harsh but indeed true
Hardship can be court, hardship can be sweet, and so can it be bitter and cruel.
Nice is a word, a feeling and a sense.
I use to love walking through the reserve dam lake; I enjoy the breeze and the sight of the vast space in front of me. I enjoy this walk and I enjoy thinking about what I can and might have done but I cannot not notice the rubbish that are there and the dirt and flit that is so pollutant. Nothing nice is as easy to come these days and certainly at a price.
If the world were to end, if the world were to burn in a fire, I am for one will be glad. Glad that all that is here be gone. It’s so ugly and full of misconceptions that are covered in greed, pride and arrogance. It is simply something that cannot be healed.
Life
An understatement and an undesirable loss yet it is inevitable
No one sees this and no one listens to the mind, for the mind is the one self; that is you.
The life that we are is a life created by greed, what we need isn’t so the need but rather more of a trouble, why can’t we have a thought and a life that is for our self.
Come come, let it be and let us be
For we shall be about as free as the wind, if we only let it be
Come come, let it shine and let it be bright
For we shall be about as strong as the heart, if we let it to beat
Come come, let it come and let it be
For we shall be about as smart as the mind, if we let it listen.
Come come, let’s . . . . .
-Derick Doors
