Emotions are reactions sparked by unexpected occurences, if you’re always expecting, you’re never reacting. Lack of expressed emotion doesn’t mean you don’t care, but simply that you aren’t burdened.
Lose yourself, in everything and all that you do aspiringly, get lost in it.
Don’t ever let yourself dwell on the events that occur in the past and never stress on what lies ahead, don’t even let your mind look too much into what’s happening in the now. understand that everything that happens was supposed to happen and will happen and no matter how much you look into things, the path life takes you down will never change.Allow your mind, body, time, and effort to only be used in and of it’s full ability towards that which benefits you indefinately. Never towards any aspect of events that has or may occur, only on what benefits your well being and mental state of maturity and wisdom. Allow yourself to do the unapproved, be aware of life threatening limitations but feel free to experiment, because through fucking up and expirience do we only achieve further enlightenment and understanding. Listen to the life moving around you, resist the naturistic temptations of over bearing pride and let go of materialistic dependency. Open yourself up completely and in full acceptance to any and all knowledge and perspectives provided unto you. Take in account every angle and all possibilities equally until fully evaluated in complete comparison. Seek to achieve understanding in it’s entirety and sacrifice all to what is best for the life progressing around you and not unto your own satisfaction.
Sitting, laying, thinking, and waiting for my train that heads no where, comforted by the expectations of change. I’m a passanger waiting by the tracks that dissapear in the distance. Imagine the views, what’s new passes by, never bored of the old and descovered. If only the world saw as one. A canvas like the window of my train, an artist behind a table, the brush creates the scenes that fuel my nightly dreams. He shares what he see’s as I do with the press of a button. Two views and a single idea. God’s grace is hidden by the patterns of what’s called life. What ever happened to simplistic living and subsistence relations. Love thy enemy and cherrish your neighbor. A jar of change for the hopeless wandering soal forbidden by sin’s cities.
My train passes by, every land I’d want to see. My dreams expand with the inspiration of the ride. Rain drops trickle and rays break up the clouds. Oh what we’re all blind to love.