Sometimes, I just don't know . . . .

Sometimes I just don't know what life is all about. Do you ever feel like your life is just an illusion, a cinematic creation of ones own mind? Created from the past of ones own life. A rerun of what used to be. I felt that way for years, very long years. Life was just a repeat of yesterday, again. Sad in a very peculiar way. Lost in all my yesterdays and doomed to live my life in an eternal rehearsal of a play nobody was ever going to attend. But, that was then. Now I am happy to have had all that darkness so I could appreciate the light.

I hear people say, "Moderation in all things is a good thing!" I think moderation in nothing is better. Why do anything half-hearted? Why would one want to try with half an effort? Poohey! All the way or nothing at all. Life, as in love, has no use for time and half-hearted fools. Give it all you possess or get your fuzzy butt back on the porch. We need spectators in the span of our lives, someone to verify our boldness. Someone to cheer us on or simply watch in awe as we do what they knew couldn't be accomplished. Let them simply watch those of us who want to run free, free from self-doubt and the fear of the unknown.

Starry night by Vincent van Gogh is his personal view of the night sky, as seen through his soul not his eyes. What do you see my friend? 

"Life is like a painting, show the world what is in your soul. They can see you just fine with their eyes. Show them whats inside of that shell of a body, show them your soul. "

DA Keene