(If you don’t believe in free will, please ignore) ::winky::
not one of us asked to be born….(or at least remembers it) 😉
We are here….products of the stuff we are made of, and the bowl we are mixed in.
The only thing left to us is a semi choice about what we are going to do with this mix we call living.
Drink it away? drug it away? or just end it all in one easy fell swoop?
take the easy way out?
take out our pain and anguish on others?
blow up a school?
tell each other they suck day in and out,
paint the world black, and sit back and laugh?
is it possible that in the depth of winter,
the the blackness of the night…instead of laughing…
we bring light?
“When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”~― Albert Camus