You'll life forever, right?

You have your head wrapped intently around your phone. Your individual problems consuming your mind. You keep your head down when people walk by so they don't decipher the two blemishes that made a home adjacent to your nose. You cry over the person who took your heart, ruthlessly crushed it then gave it back more damaged than before. You stress about college, the job you will have along with the salary you will acquire. You worry about the children you will birth and the location of your next move.

While doing these things..

You missed the warm sunshine beating on the windowsill of a bedroom filled with darkness, while you were looking at your phone screen. You missed the solving of the world's problems, while you were too busy worrying over your own. You kept your head down to hide your blemishes, when your smile could have saved someone's life. You cried over a person who hurt you, and you avoided your next opportunity to fall in love. You stressed about the future like it was promised, when your time on earth was escaping you with each passing second.

But you lived forever, right?

Have you ever realized, we are born to die?

I hope you do not let that simple comment that is perceived as 'negative' dissuade you from finding a purpose to this wonderful life. There is a certain beauty in dying. We leave a legacy of happiness, love, hope and passion to fertilize generations to come. How beautiful is the concept of life? To put the world and all it's glory above our own personal desires?

The past is beautiful. It provides us life lessons from which we can learn and grow based on prior experiences. Our memory will always recall the past, each and every day of our lives. Present experiences will evoke memories of the past, good or bad. In the end, the only evidence we have of the past is within the confines of our own mind. Why? Because the 'past' does not exist. Existence is defined as the state of living, and the past has not, nor has it ever been, given life. The intangibility of this phenomenon also contributes to its absence of existence. Once the present moment is grasped and taken ahold of, it is then disposed of into a man-made idea of 'time'. Our lives are constructed around a ticking circle with numbers written on the outside. Once a moment passes, it simply can no longer be reached. If in our lives, we consider the past as a dangerous place due to the mistakes we once performed, we must remind ourselves; the past does not exist. The 'time' it will take us to heal from detrimental experiences does not exist either. Time isn't 'medicine'. Hell, time is not REAL. What is real is right here, right now. Do not dwell on life in the past, because you'll be spending the duration of your life getting lost in a world of regret. Learn each day, live each experience, and love as hard as you can. Mistakes are the greatest tools to living a successful life once learned from them, so don't allow anyone to judge you based off them. When other people begin to ridicule you concerning your past, it is simply because their sins are different from yours. We all live and learn in a variety of ways, and we should never judge someone based on a facet of their life in which no longer defines who they are; for the past does not exist. The past is a lie.

All of mankind settles for the simplest pleasures. The limitations were placed intently upon the mind as a barbed wire fence. Being confined to comfort zones is what is expected from the average to prevent blood. Hurt. Regret. Scars. Yet, everything worth anything in life is achieved outside the norm, embraced with an open mind and awareness; a risk of shedding blood. Blood that would later be used as the ink to spell out memories. Experiences. Impulses are so important. The honest words from the heart are exposed before the mind has a chance to intervene. It was written for mankind to grow. Do not ignore what lies dormant in the depths of human blood and prophecy, urging to be awoken. Seize the day. Act on impulse. Bleed. Heal. Grow. It's your turn.

"What could've beens" haunt my mind along with the scent of your t-shirt in the loneliest hour of the inky black night. Stars are so beautiful, so far away from each other yet so beautiful. That is what we are. Beautiful apart. And just as the Stars have accepted they will never burn infinitely together, I have learned to accept our fate. Memories flicker across my mind and I remember the way you said "You're beautiful," with your fingers interlocking with mine creating something that could never be broken. Except by her. She held the key and all I could do was desperately hold on like a stubborn dog who wants nothing more than to feel affection from his owner. As the owner slams the door, the dog realizes that the owner doesn't want him, as I have learned to accept our fate. You never wanted anything more than to steal a kiss from my naked lips, craving more of my affection and care to keep you going every time you landed your poaching eyes upon me. Like a leach ******* the life from me, I have learned to accept our fate. It's 3am and I have often thought of what you're dreaming, but a twisted mind can only be deciphered by another like it and I'm so sorry I was never like you. Opposites attract they say, but I repel you. Similar to the like-poles of a magnet, never designed to meet, I have learned to accept our fate. When you chose her, I lost myself. Now, I am journeying to find the light once again, like a girl who fell hopelessly, one sidedly, in love, and realized the harsh truth that it can never be, I yearn to change my fate.

History is achieved
through the people
who are fearless 
of experience.

The stars; did you really seen them? 
Haiti; have you ever been?
The sea; did you carefully navigate?
Hell; have you ever sinned? 

Make your own story.
Contribute a verse,
to the composition
of our Earth.

Living in a world where
reassurance of worth,
is solely found in thoughts
and hearts,
of another on earth.

Reassurance exists.
Everywhere.

In;
rain that falls,
moonlight that stalls.
Love when shared,
animals when scared.
Sun that shines,
the ocean's tide.

Cease,

putting precious worth
in the hands of another,
whose capability of
concealing the radiant
and destroying the fragile,
are second in nature.
One who is ignorant
of true worth,
and happiness.

Everywhere.