do you lay with lungs ready to quit;

are you too old to build houses;

have you destroyed enough

homes; does your pride weaken

at its source?

Death is kind. It does not love to consume. It consumes with love.

Thoughts are like the cars of a moving train.  If you board, you risk getting hurt.  If you get hurt, you will not enjoy the ride.  The point is to enjoy the ride.  The destination means nothing if you don’t enjoy the ride.

Why do we replay unhappy events in our heads? Are we searching for answers, or meaning? The present can inform the past but that is an exhaustive and often wasted effort.

Yet, still, we persist to create, tell stories, so that we may move, lighter, into the future. You have to drop that weight if you want to move forward. You cannot expect to move forward without letting something go.