Friday 19 June 2015

Cure

Sometimes all that is, is all there is. The insignificance of life is living without life dead to reality existing only by breath. Rumour has it that the future exists, the circumstance of a past that turned a present. Life in its own is everything that is and by the forces that made the heaven and earth to be, what will be has been. Consequently it begins to unfold minutes after the next second before the hour.
Trials with tribulations scourge the heart troubling desperate soul seeking to find power to overcome the strength required to conquer failure just to breath weal.

"I suppose that what we hold of the truth is our perception of its view faced from various points. The knowledge of understanding the nature of things requires wisdom to fulfil intellect with ample information to make the right decision of choices... Either you do or don't, whether you live or die, maybe you be bound or free implies that even the options are limited"

A dime at a time and a desert is set, a drop at a moment and an ocean is filled.
Sometimes all that will be is all that has been. Whether for a reason or by chance, the out come of all things pends on the result of an action. Truth of all is the truth for all, the act of one cursed us all. Our home turned against us, even the earth rebelled our existence,  our inheritance stolen thus beginning our search for the cure, to live life with life significantly alive, to dress our butchered soul with white as snow. The ultimate need of man to know the outcome of the present in life before death. I as one of so many seeks to reckon the past with the present and present a better picture of the future. Willingly hoping that the cure I find saves me

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