Thread: I am not a FAILURE!

Like a rose...

As i walk the winding street, I bask in its beauty, noticing what some many people overlook I come to realize that it is the work of a being greater then myself. I raise my hands, I know that I am not insignificant and I too have the power to create.

With these hands, buildings were built, paintings were painted, compositions were written, and thoughts were inked into the minds of many.

I come to a garden, prepared with only my passion and the hands that my loving parents gave me. I see a single flower among the beauty of plenty. It has a scent like no other, a shape like no other. As the calm winds blow on its delicate petals it seems to turn in my direction. I walk diligently towards it. As i kneel, it turns and face's away. It is yet to bloom, the time is not now. Respecting it I learn its ways, as i tend to every flower and plant. For when the time comes, I will have deserved the right to care for the most beautiful of all flowers.

As I'm tending to another i look back. The sun hits that lovely flower. As the beads of water graciously fall of the petal, it springs upward and seems to smile.

That flower blooms, needing richer soil better sun and purer water it is time to pick,

I will pick this flower, not by breaking its stem, or by plucking it without any remorse, but by patiently digging around uprooting it entirely, and taking it into my care.

There i will care for it, feeding it when its hungry, loving it when its lonely, and if i choose to return it, I will later replant it. Stronger, healthier, more stable, and full of love, leaving it better than i found it...

Knowing that i enjoyed its beauty, smelled its scent, stroked its petals, and returned into the world without harm.

Here in its new location, where the sun is brighter, soil is richer, and water is purer it will cause the spirit of nature to stir, and reward me with many more beautiful flowers, because I have appreciated its beauty and preserved it.

Soon I smile, reassured that I too can help create such a magnificent piece.

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I will live until I die

I wake up every day, not thinking about dying. Is today any different from yesterday. I ask myself... I awake from a nightmare.. A nightmare of death... Why do I fear it so. Is dying the end of my life. As i sit upright i ponder What is life. I know death will come, but i live to the fullest anyways, despite the fact. I will continue to live...until i die.

As I strap in my seatbelt and safety harness, I am the racecar driver that focuses on one lap at a time. Feeling the engine roar at my footstep and hear the tires squeal as the petal hits the floor. Knowing that the end will come one way or the other, I start the race. Dieing is a finish line, My life is the race, living in the moment because i love what i do, and when i win or lose, the race itself has ended and I'm not racing anymore. There are many paths and turns many refills and pitstops, but that does not detour me because I am in the moment.

I am a hunter with my barrel so still, focusing on my prey is it moves so peacefully. Living its life not caring about death it bows is lovely head upon the grass with its ears erect he starts its meal. It is in my sights, i know it will die if i hit it, but when i pull the trigger the hunt is over, and hunting is what i love to do. I focus intensely slowing the pace of my breath to match that of my prey. I grip the handle firmly and place my finger on that eager trigger. But when i do pull that trigger after all that waiting an preparing, living in the moment, oh what a sweet victory it is not because of the quick ending, but the moments that i existed in before the ending. In the exact moment of me pulling that trigger, leaves begin to fall my breath becomes still, and my barrel becomes still.

I am the baseball player, up to bat. As I walk up to the plate I am on my journey. Once i reach the plate is that the ending. Is that the metaphorical death. NO! The game is dependent on me, There is a greater story then my single journey. It is the 9th inning. I would not be so important if everyone else had not struck out and failed, but considering they did, i am now that much more important. As i stand there intently, I think should i hope to be walked and put all the glory on the next man? Or should i take the chance to become the hero of the day? Is this

I am a musician on stage, everything must be flawless for all the critics. I dont care, because music is what i know i can do. I dont look forward to the ending, because i enjoy making beauty present the only way i know how, and in these moments i am truly alive. It is not the end that i love, but its all the moments i existed in before the final note was played.

It is my life, and I will live every day till i die. The death is not what is important. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.

I will race until the wheels fall off.
I will hunt until there is nothing left to hunt.
I will play until the breath leaves my lungs.

and most important...

I WILL live... Live.. until I die.

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