When morning glories blossom in the first few of the day. When pale silver clouds give way to beams of sunlight. When I feel a soft gentle breeze is blowing in through linen curtains. When I hear children stirring and Echoes of inpatient laughter. When the birds sing a new after a long Starry Night. I will rise and feel refreshed in my soul, for heaven has brought me through into a new day. I will kneel my self in reverence and give thanks for the blessings I have. I will be filled with New Hope for the glories of the beauty that I have seen. I will know true peace and contentment, when the morning touches me.

If you want my respect , then you have to earn it! It's not going to be easy, but I promise that it's worth it. The things that I want money cannot buy. So if you want to earn my loyalty then you can't be shy. I don't have time for players not when it comes to this game. So you better know how to man up, when it comes time to play. If you can give me what I'm looking for, then you'll see what's next. It's going to be a lot of hard work, but if you're willing to put in the effort that's how you earn my respect.

Why can't I tell others what I think? Who says I don't have a right to speak for myself? Why do you get to make those decisions? Who says Society has a right to silence my voice? Why does your point of view matter more than mine. Why do you have a right to deny me my point of view? Just because we disagree, does that mean I cannot advocate for what I believe? I thought self-expression was my right? Why can't I speak?

I sit idle against the wall and look out a dingy window. In my ear I hear a small voice, it says I told you my way is easier. I shake my head and close my eyes only to see darkness flooded with pail colorful dots that look like the prelude to an old movie. Then images flood in of past mistakes and wrong turns. I try to move but I lack the strength. I open my eyes again and the voice says, it is inevitable. I look at my arm filled with track marks and see a spent needle in the corner. I can feel my heart beating faster as I begin to float away. I roll over and climb onto my bed as best I can. Looking up at the ceiling, I hear the faint whisper say just a little more. As I begin to become lost in a dream, I hear the whisper become a roar. I hear the rush of my blood coursing through my veins, the thundering of my heart, thump, thump thump, then the deafening silence. Suddenly, I see the whisperer reaching out to me. The cold dark fingers grasping my life and pulling it away from my body. Then a blinding white light fills my eyes and I feel the lightning rush through my chest. My veins are on fire as the doctor puts the injection in. The silences is gone as I watch the dark hand fade back into the nothingness. Death whispers to me, perhaps not yet, but I have time to wait.

What is it and why can't we see it. Who is this person everyone talks about. Where did it come from and why does the need even exist. So many questions and so few answers. Many rail against the concept, and yet billions cry out to something they have never seen. So is it just a fantasy, or  a mass delusion. Perhaps there is something deeper than what we can understand. Perhaps there is something deep inside of us that knows a cosmic truth that must admit that we do not control anything. Perhaps it is this that makes us focus on seeking out something greater than ourselves. Perhaps this is the idea of God.

Reach out and pluck an idea from the nothing. Lay down the foundation and build upon it. Stack the blocks that form the steps. Walk up each one headed for higher things. Do not look back or get frustrated when you fall. Get back up and build a hand rail. Then push forward laying each block for each step. Then you will wake up one day and realize that what you have been dreaming of is now a reality.