Roads
Threw the dark paths we walk, only desire itself is found. For we eat many things, yet were left hungry for more. We drink entire oceans, yet are thirst is never quenched. Rest is pursued and found, yet fatigue and weakness always returns. Endless work is done and completed, only for more work to be done later. So many pleasures to experience, with no end in sight. Pain is faced and endured, only to appear again in new forms of agony. The present is conquered, yet tomorrow looms on the horizons of the unknown, overshadowing the past that has already been outlasted. When will this madness end? A new path is needed, one of light and not of shadow. A path revealed, not discovered. A path for all, that brings true freedom to every world. You know his name...
How long have we all wondered threw the endless crossroads of what some may call life? Time almost seems meaningless in a way, considering how much has been lost and forgotten already. Think and consider how many dreams and ideas have sprung to life in your mind, blossoming with potential, only to die mere moments later as you discard them as mere fantasies. We have wanted so much, and have traveled so far, yet all that stands to the memory of our voyage is an endless graveyard of broken promises and forgotten possibilities. For all the waves that churn our hearts today, what will become of them tomorrow? So much growth, yet what was it all really for in the end? I blossomed and wilted away without ever really accomplishing much of anything, though the illusions that I would indulge myself with would say otherwise. What of you, dear reader? As the sun rises, bringing with it a new dawn of truth, what do you see when you look back towards the bridges and roads you have crossed? The darkness would hide your iniquity, deceiving you into a false sense of accomplishment and grandeur. There is but one path that will expose the lies that infect your mind and ensnare your senses. This path would blot out all false roads, destroying all mountains and pits, leaving only a level plain for the love that calls to you daily. I ask again how long have we wondered? We search but do not find it. We long for something, yet we cannot seek it out. Our hope therefore must not be in ourselves, but rather in the one who flies down on the wings of a bird, carrying us on eagles wings to a land of true fulfillment and happiness. Let us all rest then, for the work has already been done. Love one another, giving thanks as the dawn approaches threw the rising son.
So many thoughts crashing and breaking against the rock of sanity and reason. Strange dreams and desires plague me deep in the shadows of want and despair. Do you long for peace as I do, oh sweetest dreamer of a thousand hearts that are both broken and healed? The anguish of mind and soul follow my every step, black visages of fear forming into strange thoughts and terrors that wage a terrible war against the walls of my inner sanctum. The light of truth brings a fire that breaks and mends my ailing wounds. There is conflict within you too, deep behind the mask you call self. Oh, how I long to see all faces as they are, free from the expectations and sorrows forced upon all of us by an enemy most cruel. In suffering, I find freedom, for in truth I find anguish. Threw this anguish of self, hope is revealed, and with it an everlasting victory. This victory was won for me by Love himself, and with that victory came a promise that will one day remove forever the pain that haunts us so. Rejoice, dear dreamer even in the darkest of nights, because morning is coming soon, shining forth into the everlasting grace of eternity.
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