The way

Life is mysterious and our greatest questions are based on our opinions which again is lad up on our emotions, reason, heritage and what it be.
But what'd it be the best of all?
What'd it be; emotions, showing you the greater love.
Would it be opinions, guiding us through life, showing us the wast, scary world?
Let it be a light, like reason be your widest call. And now...
Can you heed that call, the calling form within. What'd it be, would know where to go, what to do?
Life is our mean, whilst love be the trade, opinions are the guide whilst reason set a side for emotions. Leave it be...

I believe it will turn out for the better in one way or the other.

The greatest blessing

The blessing of life that is given to us from those above
What to do with it is our own game to play
The time is limited but yet enough for us to blossom
Though a blossom can rearly bare the winter
What to do but sweet sleep of hibernation

Memento mori

Last Friday an accident claimed three young peoples lives. The one driving, and sad to say the one responsible for the accident was the twenty year old son of the "Feet" Couple, who are close friends of my parents. I didn't really know him since it was mostly through his cousins, uncle and aunt I became known to him. However I did meet him during several occasions throughout my childhood and we didn't share to many conversations or something like that... but although we didn't hit it off too well I will still remember him in his cousins image.

The funeral was today. A rather nice funeral, the priest was good and I think his words helped the morning family, but one thing the priest said struck to me and stuck. He said if we wish to avoid sorrow we mustn't seek companions in life, and rather pursue life alone. Furthermore he also repeated that the sorrow is only there because the happy memories will not repeat itself. But let not this lead to a suppression of those memories. The though that popped to my mind was a phrase that I used to comfort my self with: that those one love is never really gone as long as you keep their memory in your heart.

So in a sans they'll never leave you... All we must overcome is our own need to see, hear and feel their physical being; to overcome our egocentric-feelings. Only when we die and if we've kept silent their memory is when they leave this world for good. - Thaun

How are [it]?

Always nice, but these are but phrases in the wind. Phrases as a prof of our sin:

when we speek empty words to be polite

when we turn our head so not to see

Cause what we know we need to see

with knowledge action is demanded

make blind and utter emptiness

If so would cure the lot, we'd be doing the right things, however as it happens; it's not.