The List

We all have those things we want to do before we die. The dreams to live, the lives to be fulfilled. Those loose ends made right. There's something we all aspire to do, or be. Some of us try harder than others, but there's nothing wrong with that. To simply try is a wondrous thing. To be able to say to yourself, I WILL, then do it. It's becoming a myth almost, to do what you say you will. In the highest forms of 'promises', we're let down, deceived, hopes shattered. Our governments, the higher powers, give us their word they'll do everything they can for certain things, once we give them the power, it's rare we see the fruition of this. I think this has diluted down into the very fabric of our society, the way things now 'work'. Lies become all we know, all we breathe, all we are.
 You can lie to someone's face, you can lie to a group of people, you can live to pretty much everything. The one that will hurt most, the one that will trip you up and maybe just tread on you a bit also, will be the lie(s) you tell yourself. It's one thing to deny your nature, but to willing, knowingly, shamelessly, deceive yourself. Well it's where the identity becomes blurred and the mind fractured.
 In a chaotic world, in troubling times, in daunting situations, we do what we can to make sense, to make do, to live and thrive. To do lists, bucket lists, even shopping lists. It seems, we all realize now, that our lives, even our species, will be a small speck on the story of time. A mild hiccup in the stretch of the universe. And somehow, someway, it's made us less appreciative. And I'm not sure why. We all know, maybe not fully, but somewhat, that our lives are short and the time we have to play with tiny. Yet we don't all push to do more, to get more done, to do better and good, to have fun and smile. Perhaps it's humanities need for some level of narcissism, that idea, that we are unique and important, perhaps it seems the world is just at a point where everyday we're put down, saddened and overwhelmed. Seems to be one good news story for every 50 bad and horrific ones. Our love of drama and terror besieging our reflection. We deny ourselves beauty, the ability to smile and laugh at yourself, that feeling of joy spreading through your body, tingling your limbs and tickling your fingers and toes.
 I don't think there's any denying that we are becoming bitter, becoming quite sour as a populous. We all apparently have so much anger to put somewhere, to do something with, and some of us are ready to dispel that so easily. It's that what's so frightening, so overwhelmingly shameful and eye opening about humanity. Give someone a gun and watch them fire at someone, give them some water and watch them horde it.
 We all forget, we all are loosing that ideal, the simple notion and thought, that, well, it's not exactly perfect, but it's what we have, it's what we get. As pessimistic as I, myself am. I do believe people can be so much more. However meaningless and purposeless life, and existence is... It can also be so much more. You want meaning? Give yourself one. You want a reason? Make one. You want purpose? Find one. Don't expect to lead a great life if you're not willing to go out there and MAKE it a great life. To simple try, to actually DO something to get closer to it. It's more than most people do.

The Glory

We all want something, it's said we all have our price. That maybe true. Reading that you're imagining what it is you want, what you'd give. Trade and barter with in order to get your desire.
Our lives are built upon the notion we are doing, living and being for something more, for something greater and more... meaningful perhaps. We all try to make our lives into something 'purposeful'. Quests for peace, for fortune and fame.
The world is so angry, people are so hostile. Everyone's searching for something more, something better, a light, a glimmer of hope in the overwhelming and daunting darkness of simply existing. I physically hate this world for what it is. There's no escaping it. I detest what we are, what we do. The frivolous actions of society, mending a broken system built upon lies and deceptions, hiding the chaos and the destruction underneath us all. I have nothing against this need and necessity for having more, for believing in more, for faith in better. I know how scary and how simply heart tearing it is to have no meaning, no purpose or existence. Because that is what life is. It's nothing.
You'd call me a pessimist of even a manic depressive, mentally problemed and in all likelihood sociopathic. But my outlook on life is simple, it's effective. I don't believe you can't MAKE something of life. The only purpose you'll get out of life is what you put into it, the only meaning you'll have is what you impose onto it. Reason to live is your choice, your control and question to answer. You shouldn't expect your life to be lived for you, because it will never happen. The only person who will have any weight and responsibility for your life is you. It's your freewill and actions which make your life something.

 A great person once said "live, or die. but don't poison everything".

We all take our little victories from life, getting through the day, finishing a small puzzle, resisting that one more piece of chocolate. These are things that are so overlooked, you all believe them to be trivial, but they couldn't be more beautiful. That small little consequence of your sheer will and power of self is stunning and you should give it more worth, more weight. We've all been told at one point or another to look at the 'big picture'. But you know what makes that big picture oh so much more beautiful? The details, those little 'insignificant' things, small happenstance occurrences which will make that picture truly awe inspiring. The urge, the need, the thirst to live is simply delightful.
That sunset, that handmade card, that little post-it note, the plant on the windowsill, that scent of a place, the shine of a light. Our lives are filled with gorgeous moments we would love to share with so many people, but we have to realise, everyone experiences something beautiful, no matter how infinitesimal, the small, the big, the trivial, the serious.

We're all spinning at a phenomenal speed, but how about you stop, just occasionally, stop, and think.