May 2018
Bad is good and good is bad...
Some things that start out happy do also become incredibly sad...
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is present,
Does it mean a life that is invisibly distraught somehow will become very pleasant?
If everyone in a room agrees with what the outcome should be,
Is love then shown more abundant and naturally?
Just because something hurtful is clearly visible to the naked emotion,
Does it mean you are anything more than a teardrop in a vast ocean?
Many riddles in life are puzzling though the answers are always inwardly perfect and clear...
If the only choice is obvious shouldn’t our hand continue going up to the auctioneer?
Loved life so much that I had to die,
Ready to go my way now captain,
aye aye...
J.I.F.
JOB 7:13-16
13 When I say, ‘My couch will comfort me; My bed will help ease my misery,’ 14 Then you terrify me with dreams And frighten me with visions, 15 So that I would choose suffocation, Yes, death rather than this body of mine. 16 I loathe my life; I do not want to go on living. Leave me alone, for my days are like a breath.
Some things that start out happy do also become incredibly sad...
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is present,
Does it mean a life that is invisibly distraught somehow will become very pleasant?
If everyone in a room agrees with what the outcome should be,
Is love then shown more abundant and naturally?
Just because something hurtful is clearly visible to the naked emotion,
Does it mean you are anything more than a teardrop in a vast ocean?
Many riddles in life are puzzling though the answers are always inwardly perfect and clear...
If the only choice is obvious shouldn’t our hand continue going up to the auctioneer?
Loved life so much that I had to die,
Ready to go my way now captain,
aye aye...
J.I.F.
JOB 7:13-16
13 When I say, ‘My couch will comfort me; My bed will help ease my misery,’ 14 Then you terrify me with dreams And frighten me with visions, 15 So that I would choose suffocation, Yes, death rather than this body of mine. 16 I loathe my life; I do not want to go on living. Leave me alone, for my days are like a breath.
