I will experience ache in ALL forms, love in UNCOUNTABLE ways, and fury too GRAND for our atmosphere.
This I know to be certain.
I will TRY to understand my blindness - my cataracts of FEAR-ego driven assumptions - are but short form.
I will get my hands dirty and TRY to mold what I will later become,
only to realize that you can't make sculptures with broken egg shells.
In my last moments - I hope - to lie in a perfectly sunken mattress only to be blessed with truth that my life was everything I hoped it would be.
You see it is but our DREAMS that make life worth living.