The thought of tomorrow is never as exciting as the thought of the moments you have right before you sleep. Seemingly wanting to dream peacefully inside your mind of a future where war and suffering is absurd due to the unending burden of the reality in which we are forced to parry with. It came to my attention, however, that tomorrow is not promised, and life is as fragile as the society that has been marinated around out. Seeking refuge from a shadowed thought process of unanswered questions and silent corruption to the intellect of one who holds high hopes for the future. A bit naive I should say, but I’ve always been naive myself. I’m learning to forgive myself for having high aspirations and letting the height of my aspirations be determined by the gravitational laws influenced by my own procrastination. Cherishing the moments and experiences handed to me by the Lord and time and enjoying life, nature, and love as it flows soundlessly from my body throughout the Universe and contrariwise.