It's Beginning to Stir

Angst

from JoeUser Forums
Somewhere bubbling inside, there sometimes stirs unrest.
That tightening feeling that i must do something. Something about nothing, anything.
Restless thoughts. Twisted blankets. Wondering about legacies and the meaning of life.
Does information cross the barrier of a black hole? Why does that matter?
Will i turn to dust when i die? Will my life leave a mark on history for 15 brief moments?
Will the tragedy always be a part of life, or will that aching loss ever truly set me free?
Those things that are lost are gone and lost forever. Does that happen to other people too?
Fancy heros sit on my couch watching TV having saved me from everything but myself.
The true story of life is more pungent than any novel.
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
How can anyone save someone from themselves, we all have our demons and that is the ying and yang of living. The balance must be grasped and held tight. Life itself is the good and the tribulations of human interaction are to guide our course not determine who we are. Is not your course on the righteous path? It is!

Take heart dear one for I see great value in you as a person, as who you are, where you are and the wonderful things you have accomplished. For most of us (humanity) our children ARE our 15 minutes of fame, both mine and the ones I have raised are all doing well and your/ours is superb, smart, cute and a fine legacy for you and a tribute to your self.

So dear one feel good about yourself feel peace in your heart, calm in your soul for you have come of age and have so much to vue forward. Worry not about what you will leave behind for you have done well, lived well and taught your child well. What is left for us is living well and taking heart in knowing we have done and will do the best we can with what we have.

So dear one there is no hero on your couch, nothing fancy just an aging man that loves you, that has done the best he could with what he had and loves all you are, all you do and is greatful to have you in his life.

So dear one look not to what has been lost, dred not what has been and cannot be changed but dwell in the glory of here and now, for yes we will all be dust one day but is not dust the fruit of life?

Roll up in the blankets with me, hold on to me, as I will to you and we will ride the remainder of this life together loving, enjoying the pleasant times and minimizing the any not so pleasant times until we are ashes to ashes, dust to dust but always we will be one.