Its been a long day of working, thinking... stressing. I drive home contemplating my life. I sluggishly walk up my steps into my room tuck myself in and cover my eyes with fresh sheets...and drift...drift awaaay....

I am walking down the street, I see nothing out of the ordinary. Then suddenly I lift my head, it has been starring at the ground for far too long. Then I see her, tanned, long legs, dark curly hair, blue eyes, little red dress, beautiful white smile... to me what seems like perfection. She smiles a bright beautiful smile I am suddenly intoxicated by my attraction, she is crossing the street I am walking perpendicular to her. Her eyes meet mine...as she walks by. I am too shy, I experience what seems to be a FEAR. A fear of rejection, I now feel alive. My heart pounds away, and pounds with more intensity as I try to gain courage to say a simply hello. I falter. The guy behind me speaks that simple hello, for he has done what i failed to do. She turns to him, and they begin to talk. Now that pounding is no longer one of excitement but one anger I have failed.

What is this? I stand at the edge of a mountain. Everyone in plain sight is smiling, laughing, ready to dive from the heavens and fall toward Earth. As they descend I am once again in complete jealousy as i see them fly, free from the sorrow and thought for them the world does not exist. I am scared to take that first step. A simple foot is all it will take for my board to catch the edge and I too will experience what I came to do. I'm scared. I cant. My eyes grow red, tears begin to fall. I turn back. Once again I failed.

I'm in the round office. A man that I have yet to meet ask for volunteers to deliver "the big speech". He calls my name. THE BOSS knows my name. I dont want to disappoint, my heart again plays that well known tune...I cant. I cant.

Someone else gives the speech. My speech. People cheer...clap...for someone that thrived off MY former opportunity. I failed

After all my failures snowball, i grow weary and come home... the streets are different... but i find my way. I find my bed...my comfort. Once again I am cold I fall back in complete disappointment i draw the sheets over my eyes, as tears once again graze my rosey red cheeks. I close my eyes..and drift away.


I hear noise. In a cold sweat I awake. Was it all a dream? I look in the mirror. I see confidence... strength... passion... I love me!

Time for work. I arrive to the meeting. The boss proposes the next big speech to someone. They freeze.

"I'll do it"-I say. And I do.

People cheer. People clap. Yes. I am a man of confidence.

My boss give me that promotion, i take a vacation. Snowboarding. This time, I launch. I feel the winds embrace me, just a few minutes I am free. As I pace my breath with the curvaceous contours of what god has provided me. He too had faith in me. My legs feel strong beneath me, For I am a man of strength.

I am now at the bottom. My feet grow tired as I walk to the cabin. I sit. I see her...tall tanned, long legs, dark curly hair, blue eyes, little red dress, beautiful white smile...to me what seems like perfection. She gazes in the mans eyes in front of me...as she walks by him...
I know her from somewhere... But where i do not know.
"Hey..." was all i could say. She smiles. She knew as I, that we are meant for each other. Our lives have leaded us here. To this very spot, to this very moment in time. We talk. We walk. We LIVE, We LAUGH and we...

It is late. Time for that sleep after a long day. Too bad i can't, she wont let me. Tonight i am not in my bed. I am in hers. We LOVE for I am a man of PASSION

I look back at myself... I am not a failure.

Live laugh and love

I liked that it was pretty cool

Must say i was quite stricken in how it created the visualisation of the whole story, it had a beginning and an end, which matched the beginning as the story un-folded.

Wrote Magazines for 4 years and never like that, damd... Very talented LLL.

Plus I bought it up so other's read it if they didn't get to see it.

Can't help myself.

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.

Live laugh and love

And, I will bring this up, for more people to read, because i live life likes there's no tomorrow too...

CW