I am not the best nor am I the worst
I've seen my share of my own mistakes
Like the next, I've lived this tragic miraculous life.
I cannot grasp the thought of the saying so profound expressed in beaming smiles,
fists in the air; protesting in justification:

"You only live once!"

It is not the beginning and end of what is purposed.
How could acceptance be comforting?
I do not accept it, I refuse. That would be too easy.
Too easy to get swept away in pleasures, forgetting realities that surround and overwhelm tiny boxes.
Tiny boxes containing worlds hidden and unrevealed yet exposed to the roaming spirit.
Every home, every sanctuary, every life
is a result of inevitable effects of action.