Decisions

We are deciding about his last days. He lays on his bed. We talk about how certain actions will help or not. His voice sounds tired, yet he rasps away. He fights. What actions will bring the most pain or help with giving him no pain. Soon there will be no more fighting, no more pain. As everyone talks, he looks around the room, he sees me in the dark corner listening, observing, staring. He smiles at me like he always has. I wave and smile back. This moment, I shall take away... A decision to be happy, not sad.

The Middle

When the lowest of lows hits, remember it can only go up from there. When the highest of highs hits, remember it can only last for a second. Find balance in all, and be ready for change...

Simple

Knocking on the sky in a few. Find me on some random star. This souls time renew, only by afar.

[159] Self

This explains it perfectly...I against I. Staring into my own eyes...Wondering which one of me is going to overcome the other...On and on I could go, I will let this entry of George MacDonald explain though

"Self, I have not to consult you but Him whose idea is the soul of you, and of which as yet you are all unworthy, I have to do, not with you, but with the Source of you, by whom it is that (at)  any moment you exist - the Causing of you, not the caused you. You may be my consciousness but you are not my being....For God is more to me than my consciousness of myself. He is my life; you are only so much of it as my poor half-made being can grasp - as much of it as I can now know at once. Because I have fooled and spoiled you, treated you as if you were indeed my own self, you have dwindled yourself and have lessened me, till I am ashamed of myself. If I were to mind what you say, I should soon be sick of you; even now I am ever and anon disgusted with your paltry mean face, which I meet at every turn. No! Let me have the company of the Perfect One, not of you! Of my elder brother, the Living One! I will not make a friend of the mere shadow of my own being. Good-bye, Self! I deny you, and will do my best every day to leave you behind."

My struggle is within. I don't compete with others to best them. I compete with myself, to beat myself, to over come self. I don't mean to act as if I am better than others, I just rejoice in defeating my former self. People may just be caught up in the act and think I am trying to prove something to them, this is false. It is I who will overcome him that thinks he is me...

When it comes your time to die...

"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion;respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home." - Chief Tecumseh

Knowing and Doing...

"I am not interested with your talk about my ideas. I am more interested in your applying them to your life. If you do not, then you are essentially not in accord with your own mind." - M. Musashi; It's one thing to "know" what to do, it's another to actually do it...

There's a man...

There's a man
Who woke up today
With a smile on his
Face

There's a man tonight
Who's going to sleep
With a smile on his
Face

There's a man
Who's going to
Die tomorrow
with a smile on his
face

That's wondered today
Why you can't be
happy

Why he is 
And doesn't understand
Why you're sleeping
In a sad place

Why he's happy
And your slowly
Dying
at a negative pace

There's a man
Whose dreaming
That you can
Find this certain
grace

There's a man
Whose dying tomorrow
That wants to share
this which is
His bliss

His last dream
Is that you can

Become this...