A Sensitive Society

I will never understand the sensitivity of our society. You have two choices in life: move on, or don't. Life is full of disappointments, regrets, and let downs. Regardless of your preferences, things happen. Don't wine to me about relationships, losses, or friendships- I've had my fair share of all. There is a point when you have to chose maturity over sorrow. Do not pout over what you cannot control, but fulfill what you can control. Sure, I wish he hadn't of died. And sure, my life would be much different. But what good would it do me to dream and grieve over what will never be. Luckily, I am still here. Each day I want to do something that makes me remembered. You should be thankful, actually. These events that happen to you, they act as free shape-ups. Each battle wound makes a good story, not a bad memory. Life is about choices. We are such a conceited people, always wanting to focus on self pity rather than blessings. We never notice just how good we have it. 

The Sky on Fire

The sky is on fire,
But I like the view
It's burning and twirling,
Flaming and raging,
But it looks nice from down here.
Balls of ash are hitting our children,
Smoke is consuming our houses,
But it's so beautiful
Every bit is so ugly, so horrible,
But don't make it stop,
Give me a few more minutes.

Faint Lights and Vibrant Emotions

I sit for a moment,

Believing that everything is pure. 

I sit for a moment, 

Knowing that everything is dominant, and that nothing is feeble.

I sit here, 

With my young, fickle soul

Reflecting on the vastness on what we call the 'sea'. 

And with all the vastness surrounding, I still remain.

And though there are many creations abundantly filling that vastness, 

They all remain as well.

They float around carelessly, in the thrashing vastness.

Proving to myself, that no matter how large the vastness, 

No worry may come that I shall dissipate. 

Presence is presence,

No matter how large scene.