Life

by

Daniel Bradbury

Simply put, I feel a loathing in my heart. Something that can’t be lived without. It’s like a memory of something long past, long gone, that keeps you going on into time unknown. Waiting for something new, something to justify the wait into time and life. But what? What is this mysterious driving force behind life and all it’s greatness? Is it life itself, the inspiration of living and living for all time? Is it love, and the gain thereof? Is it something living deep in the starry expanses of night, waiting to take you home again, back to your strongest point, your happiest incarnation? What is it that drives you on from day to day, night to dreary (albeit happy) night? Give thanks to the life provider, whom ever it may be, or not be. Evaluate your life and times, look for your driving force and your reason to live. Is it that you’re scared to die, or is it that you’re too in love with life? The greatest mystery of life is not; "From whence did it come?" or "Where is it headed?" or "Why is it headed there?" The greatest mystery of this life, on this earth is; "What keeps us going, why do we live, and what is our obsessional, clinging lock on life?" This is the greatest quest, the answer to this dead-end question. Look and look, keep searching for that... spark. That spark that started and feeds the flame that is your eyes. That burning gaze, that locked on stare. Burn it, burn it. Blaze into the eyes that latch onto yours, and burn them away.

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Why don't you look at Kindness
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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