Times to End

Each one of our lives has a point in which any normality our eyes could see is blurred by the formation of that tear that slowly collects enough moisture to fall and roll so gracefully down our cheeks. Each one of us goes through a time where all that was and is normal is only a foreign concept and we are left alone only with the thoughts of what was. Left alone with a fear of what tomorrow may bring. Because the scariest part of life isn’t what we know is going to happen. The scariest part of life is, not knowing what will happen when you wake up and get out of bed tomorrow. It takes an incredible amounts of courage to take the steps into anew day not knowing what awaits you on your path to your hope. The fear of tomorrow is what is holding us back from our passions that eat away at us. The passions whose sole desire is to rise to the surface and to be understood and heard and seen. As your passion lay dormant inside eating away at you begging you to bring to surface your innermost desires you cower and hide suppressing those passions for fear of tomorrow. But in being honest with our souls tomorrow is an isolation created in our own minds. We fear it. We fear change. We fear those end times where we must leave something new and press on towards tomorrow wanting so much to go back to yesterday. But the future doesn’t lie in yesterday. Your passions can’t come to pass yesterday. Tomorrow is all we have it is our future and the very place where or hope must remain. Our fear of times to end is what is suppressing our times to begin and start anew. Tomorrow possesses our fear, yes, but it also holds the result of what we can do and who we can become brining those dormant passions to the surface and proving once and for all our zealacy spurs us to the hope in tomorrow. So tomorrow, let it come brining fear. I shall look towards tomorrow and see through my blurry eyes the only hope I’ve still got lies there waiting for me to come and take it.

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