The Life Cycle

There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alon into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleep corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.

There were days when she was unahppy, she did not know why --when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead, when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and hmanity like worms struggling blindy toward inevitable annihilation. She could not work on such a day, or weave fancies to stir her pulses and warm her blood.

-Adopted from "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin

To be or not to be...

To be or not to be….
The answer I seek within You.
Although the question is buried deep within Me

They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder
That may be...
But if you were to ask me,
It makes the heart grow weaker and weaker

To be or not to be….
The answer I seek within You.
Although the question is buried deep within Me

Are you the one for me?
It was meant to be a two
Yet once again we dance in this game of three
Will we ever be free?

To be or not to be….
The answer I seek within You.
Although the question is buried deep within Me

I don’t have the answers,
But the questions I supply in quality and quantity
They come in series
First one, then two, then three, then suddenly twenty!

To be or not to be….
The answer I seek within You.
Although the question is buried deep within Me

All I know is that you’re the one for me
All I know is that I love you more than she
All I know is that this distance is killing me
All I want to ask is why can’t anyone see clearly?

To be or not to be….
The answer I seek within You.
Although the question is buried deep within Me

When You See...

When you have seen as much manipulation & control schemes in a place where it should last be seen if never;
When you have seen so much domination, so much stealing, and so many lies;
When you see favoritism and looks become the standard over responsibility, organization, and ethics;
When you suddenly find yourself catapulted into a place of egoism, jealousy, and abundant games of humiliation;
And see the place that once meant peace to you turned into a place where the simple mention of its name brings distress and a crease in your brow;
And see the place that has been the epitome of unity and that should always remain so become fragmented and broken, cutting the innocent and unaware like slivers of glass;
And see your favorite place, a second home, a place of contentment, a place of serenity, a place that required not short steps, or long strides, but quick leaps to it out of excitement, become a place of dread that required the dragging of feet or a skipping of it all together;
When you have to do the dirty work because standing up for yourself would only mean you’ve got an attitude bigger than the Amazon;
When you take so much more hurt and endure embarrassment, but out of love can only continue giving to a single cause;
When you are slowly being expelled from the group of equality to the group of inferiority,
When you are submerged in a bottomless well of lies and conniving attitudes,
When you are forced to see your family being laughed at because of issues like popularity & rank, status & money, looks & class, grace & elegance, the materialistic forces of the outside but not present within;
Then you will understand why the silence had to be put to an end, why the words that tumbled out of my mouth had to leave my lips at the time they did, and how the actions taken to stop the shattering of a beautiful place and society are not out of hate, but rather out of the exact opposite, love; It may feel unfair, it may be misunderstood, but these are the risks one often has to take in love; Remember you have to be cruel to be kind, and tough love is often what brings the best outcomes in the future.

Inspired by the great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's Letter From Birmingham Jail (Read it)