Sunday, August 8, 2010

Mistakes…

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.- Buddha

There are times when life seems really unfair, and I’ve always said that it helps to look at people who are less privileged than you, but then again easier said than done right. We spend so much time in trying to fix things in our lives that we fail to see the beauty right in front of our eyes. It may be too late now, but I will try undoubtedly.
If things were as simple as just apologizing the world would definitely be a better place, but then again words aren’t that powerful or then again you may just not know how to say it. I always believe that its actions that speak louder than words, but that’s something that many people fail to realize, obviously it’s harder to achieve.

We’re all descend upon the earth for a particular purpose, and finding the purpose is not an easy task, even tougher is achieving a higher purpose in life. God speaks to us in ways we can never imagine, there is a sign at every corner but we’ve stopped paying attention. We all have a destiny to fulfill but I guess we fear it too much. When you fail to identify your blessings they become curses. We’ve become like sheep in a flock waiting for someone to lead the way when life’s purpose depends on these important choices. Some mistakes are too big to forgive; some things said cannot be taken back. We need to live with the choices we made. Regrets are a powerful tool that needs to liberate and unlock the soul from its bondage. I wish I could be alone, because an inadequate prescience is much worse than solitude itself.

There comes a time when your body has given up on you in the prime of your youth, you may long the touch of a loved one, but you may never get it; coming back from something like that takes courage. Certain things in life you are capable of, what you can’t do, better you leave untouched.

Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time. Double standards hurt an inflated ego; it’s all the pain and drama in my life that keeps me from going numb. But how long will I survive? It’s in your hands to put me out of my misery.
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