Ephemeral Beings

Death to me has been such a prominent thought as of lately.

It is oh so commonly thought of some fairy-tale, something that only happens to "other people", until it smacks you right in the face. Yet, this happens every single day, every single second someone dies.
Be it for the goodwill of another being, because of some unjust attack, because they are hurting too much because of the loss of someone they hold dearly, even because of suicide.
Some die slowly, some much more quickly.
The fact is, anything that exists will eventually die.
Ants, the tree in your front lawn, fish in the sea, your best friend, your family, you.

I've heard it be phrased, that i'm happy because i am not dying anytime soon.
However, not one person, one being is promised tomorrow.
We are simply too fragile, we are ephemeral beings.

Life to me, seems like it is rarely given the respect that it deserves.
Likewise, death, a part of nature isn't either.

I've heard a quote, by a girl named sarah-
Love is watching someone die

It is in your last seconds of knowing someone, that you realize just how much you love them.
Most people have had near death experiences, or scares in their life; myself included.
It's just as you realize that you are okay, that you will walk this planet even longer that you are just that appreciative of the life bestowed upon you.

I ask, why wait until this occurance? Embrace life
Depend on no afterlife, to make you feel comforted in what you really have.
Depend not on tomorrow, to get through today.
Essentially, you are promised nothing.

Intersecting rhythms
Lovely beats and sounds
Seldom is the melody heard
When no time is spent
To stop and look around

Today was alright, nothing really special.
Funny how simple and strait forward your life can be, while at the very same time there is always this surprise and wonder element for the simple fact that you are alive, and experiencing the world.
I wonder sometimes if everyone else is as astonished and puzzled as i am; hence a puzzled piece.
Today we saw 2 movies in sociology; the first one was about some guy who was just awesome and was dying. He had all these insights, and its good to see people realize these little things in life.
He ends up dying, simply surrounded by family and friends.
I look at my direction in life and sometimes admire that i really don't have any. I'm always looking for ways to improve, yeah, but its just like, this is it. All you can really do is enjoy the small things.
No, i'm not jumping buildings or skydiving every day, but i'm living just how i want to and its good to know im perfectly content with the friends and family, and things i do.
The second movie we saw was about a family going to Iran. I have to wonder what it is that stops people from jumping out of their shell, religionwise anyways. It's like denying the possibility of stars beyond the illuminated blue sky of day.
Anywho just a few thoughts of the night. Hope i get some good rest

Lets be honest.
The only thing anyone will ever see of you is simply a facade of a shape far, far, far too complex to understand in any time.
We can sit for hours, sucked into our own memories, imagination and being- simply too much for anyone to ever, ever get to know.
Yet so much is learned, from so many angles, from each person, and of ourself, even from a simple thin-slice of a person you have just met.
Theres so, so, so much more to a person than you will ever know. Lets give each other the benefit of the doubt, and see what we can make of this place.
People make mistakes, people make mistakes in shaping those they love into people they should never, never be. Be that blessing, oh do whatever it is you need to do. The people who most desperately need us, are the people we don't realize need us just that bad.



"Please let the snow swallow the streets whole
Keep the bus from coming
Let us stay at home
So we can avoid the daily drudgery
The cruelty fueled from laughter that will echo in our sleep"

A Puzzled Piece

Quite something to be part of
A gift bestowed from above?
To love, to see, to simply be
A simple question must be asked
Why are you you? Why am i me?
A puzzled piece, oh yes i am
For just as one I have no answer
And with a few, I'm little more
More and more we'll simply dwell
What is real?
Am i going to heaven or hell?
Yet when many take a stand
Proudly together, hand in hand
A revolution comes about
For we are no longer a puzzle pieced
But a whole, pieced together
The weather, we can't control
But surely, surely we'll endure
Piece by Piece, Peace by Peace
We each are nothing big
But something more

Falacies: Part 1

Unnatural? Fabricated. Immature

To the face with stray marks left when sleeping, it is impossible to know that which covers it without a reflection of such.

Death; a part of life? Life; a part of death.

How little we seem to care.

Such a thing is treated as a flaw, an error in this which we live amongst.

Unbearable, to see a body lying there?

That stroll through the grave yard? Creepy?

This body, our skin, rightfully as much ours as the entire world we live amongst, within a galaxy of possibilities.

A lifetime covered, unseen.

Denying ourselves of our very own primitive conditions.

Striving to take away what makes us… real.

Or to feel, truly.

Nature won’t go away, there’s no need to eradicate such that we are a part of.

Such a fallacy, as trying to see a Him, as from Above.