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Let It Burn
The lost art of learning to live and let live
When you create chaos for the better part of what you’ve called life, all you see death as is a peaceful moment. For yourself that is, anyway.
When you see peace, joy, and happiness in your loved ones, however, it makes you second guess it. It makes you think — just maybe. Perhaps it’s possible.
When those loved ones are taken, through the chaos of their own choices, and untimely events you blame the unknown for — you second guess your maybes.
Eventually, you spend the better part of your days pondering, what it really is — both life and death. A series of chaotic moments in time that end in a peaceful moment or a series of peaceful moments that end in chaos?
Having more questions than answers as you walk through the rubble of all your collective pain and pondering, creates darkness where light lived.
However, looking for answers instead of accepting nobody has all of them, is the square root of half of the pain and punishment we bring on ourselves.
The other half is just the results of our collective imperfections, defects, and shortcomings — as a perfectly imperfect tribe, some call human beings.
