I don't know why I wrote this. This is Danny... this is me... I don't know. But these are the points on why I admire him. I may make more to explain these things... but if it's too deep I'm sorry. There is a childlike me, a scholar me, and an adult me. This is scholar me... hi : )
If anyone objects to these words, please PM me. I am just voicing. If enough encouragments and reviews, I'll branch out. I doubt anyone will read this though. Everyone wants a good story... I have good stories though too : ) Ah well, enjoy!
If you had a choice to die or not, what would you chose? Of course you would choose to live… but then no one would die. Is it a curse? Is it a blessing? Man's greed is hard to interpret. That's what it hard to realize. We all try to interpret things. We try to picture sorrow or decode mysteries. Why can't anything stay a mystery? If someone solved it, then what would happen? Most likely we would misuse it. That's what I found when I died… but I didn't die. I thought I died. I woke up dead and went to sleep alive. That day haunts me for the rest of my life… or my afterlife… or my previous life. Nothing changed. I kept everything in the dark, lost in the memories of my peers. I was alone, and in a way banished. I had a loving family that was blind to the act I portrayed before me. It was worth it. I had my glory days… I had my horrible days. Life was always flashing before me… but I am dead so that's okay. I bleed, I cry, and I smile for the onlookers. I didn't want this. I never wanted this for me. If I had a choice, I would have chosen to die. Because in-between death is the worst place to be.
Power can be misused. Power can corrupt you to rise over your superiors. It can make you a monster. It can hold someone's heart on a string, or crush it before them. It can save lives, endanger them, or control them. Power can make one's life easier, or create difficulties for the future. If that power was the power to destroy cities, how would you use it? If you had the power to protect those you care about, would you choose them above others? It's a choice we all have to make. Some people choose to steal power from others. Some create power, and others are born with it. Some flaunt power, while others bury it deep in their hearts. Many people have power, but because they don't know how to use it, it gets locked up in their hearts and buried deep in doubt. Doubt is the ultimate suppressant for greatness. It hides the good in all, and leaks the darkness. If there was a choice to choose, I would choose to remove doubt. Because suppressed power is the most unpredictable.
Emotions are rampant in all people. Many people blame hormones. Some blame others. We all blame each other, but it is only ourselves. We try and mask them. We try and hide them. We make excuses to reveal them or portray them. Do we need permission to show our emotions? Does anger make you evil? Does happiness make you good? Does sadness make you depressed? Nothing is set in stone. A heart is a heart. With a heart, come the many emotions within it. Messages deceive you to think its okay to let your emotions out in a certain time. Emotions that are scattered among the shadows. Emotions sprinkled among your friends. It is easy to judge those with emotions that are uncontrolled or wanting to come out in the open. Because emotions can make you or destroy you.
A kiss… what is a kiss in life? It shows love… we all know that… but where will your heart lead you? We get attached. We experiment. We date and fall in love. We kiss and fall out of love. We explore and find our wants and desires. A kiss is described as a flavor. It is a sparkle, or a large explosion. It is floating or spinning. Falling or drowning. Empty or fulfilling. No kiss had been described as painful or hurt. Vengeful or impossible. It can be memorial, or lost in the void of your mind. It can be forbidden or public in the eyes of the world. If I had to choose a kiss, I would choose a forbidden one. Because a kiss is meant to be shared.
Time is eternal… or is it new? Time is the last thing in the world. It is not controlled. It is not determined. There are echoes. There are sayings. "It is only a matter of time." "Only time will tell." "What time is it?" "You're out of time." "Time's up." "Time out." "It's time to… go, sleep, play, leave, say goodbye." No one wants time to stop. Everyone wants time to stop at a moment in their life. If so, no one else would share a moment. Where would the purpose of time be? Time is meant to move, so we can move with it. Events shape the future, occur in the present, and are left in the future. We try to interpret time. We make illusions to say we can travel through time. We believe what time is. Time is impossible. It is simply impossible. No one, nothing, and I cannot fathom time. We cannot grasp it. It is smoke, made to never be grasped. It is slick, and slyer than a fox. Fiercer than a fire. Subtler than a silent night. It is the night, and the day that follows it. It is an event and a memory. It is a memory to be viewed and shared. Time is more than we can imagine, but if I were to choose my time, I would choose now. Not because "There is nowhere like the present… but… Because there is always a mystery to tomorrow to be made.
I chose these things, not because I have a point of view, but…
Because I lived these things out to the fullest, and I have unlocked the answers to a mystery.
It is my mystery
Questions? I hope nothing is wrong : ) This is Danny I promise.
