Oh the night
The time when you are about to sleep
and you are unable to because there something inside you is
festering. An emotion, an idea, a thought that can't be described and
can't be felt, but you know its there. Something that wraps you and
commands you to follow it, but you can't because it does not present
itself to you and no matter what you do, all that can be done is to
wait. Wait and see what might become of my future. To wait and see
who I will meet and who will take part in the forthcoming of what I
am supposed to do.
Follow your dreams they say and “if
only I had” is what you hear. The excuses that convey the future
of a human's existence for fear is what hold's one back and fear is
what determines the success of an individual. How much fear they are
willing to put aside and take a mantle of courage and risk is upon
that person to say I want this to happen. However it will only
happen if I have passion. Unless you have passion will it only
commence. Unless there is a passion for it and you follow it no
matter what making sacrifices of friends, sacrifices of riches,
sacrifices of time devoted to it only then will happen. Only then
will things fall in to place. How and when you do not know, but you
feel it inside of you and me.
Some accept it and pursue it, while
others continue to call it a dream and there 20 or 30 years later is
that regret with which they now wish they would have pursued and
called it a reality. Oh the night when imagination runs rampant and
makes you feel alive and makes you feel as if something need happen
in that moment and you feel inspired because that is what I have
become. How and when these inspirations will take place you do not
know, but I feel them in me and somehow I feel that they will happen
not today or tomorrow, but someday.
Oh the night
When the ideas come to you because you
bask in twilight and your mind is in overdrive for you skipped your
hours of sleep and now reality is broken by free thought. Thoughts
of formless and endless perception to which time does not apply. The
measurement with which everything is ordained to an hour glass
disappears in that beautiful mind that thinks and thinks of things
that turn into ideas because that imagination proceeded to take place
and breaking free from the constraints of everyday life and the
routines that ensue and become a monotonous task. To break free from
a cycle of control and watch this and eat this and don't go there and
don't do this becomes something of the past and your thoughts
perception answers those questions and gives them reason as to why
you are unable to do so and why you should do so and lets you imagine
the possibilities of why and how solutions.
That is the night with which I am
faced. Not night after night, but graced with from time to time and
in those moments I basque in them and welcome them when inspiration
takes flight and makes you feel alive. That is when the moments of
free will and the ability to succinct from instinct and humanity
takes over and you ponder of a wondrous place that does not exist
because it has not been made and it can only be made by the power of
ourselves working together towards it. A faith in humanity is a faith
in time. It will arrive, but not when wanted or expected, but when
it is right and needed. When it nears its due date is when the will
to act will arrive for it is human faulted nature to procrastinate
and to defile in laziness for the falling in and out of habits is a
constraint and an emotional barrier of holding on to whatever it may
be bars the progression of progress for the betterment of humankind.
Oh new day arrive now and fill the sky
with that golden light of hope.
Copyright Josue Solares
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