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  Quiet Desperation      Holding on to each and every breath, waiting for a moment. Praying for a day, that never truly comes.      The lives of the men who came before me, constantly living in a world of despair. From daily interactions, to the simply milestones of life- an act so simple, yet dark in nature. The very thought of a moment, where a breakthrough finally occurs. And yet- it never happens.      Praying for a miracle leads most men desperate. They live their lives, believing that their faith will be rewarded. Stumbling, day after day, hoping that our Creator will bless them with abundance, as the tides of fortune finally turn their direction. So long they pray, until finally- their days become no more.      A never-ending cycle of desperation. Where belief has scarred over into complacency. A pipe dream of a world in which they live in, slowly fades into he shadows forever again.      How many of ...

  A New Beginning.      Can you feel it? That subtle shift in the air? The feeling of release, after months of built-up pressure, bubbling deep within? Slowly, at first. And then suddenly, all at once. Change is here.      Seasons come and seasons go. The world stops turning for no one. Nothing can stop the never-ending flow of time. While oceans may fade, and forest crumble- the death and rebirth are all apart of the same cycle of life. ✶      In order to move on to the new, one must first get rid of the old in which it holds. The shedding of the very nature, which has remained itself to be trapped, is essential in moving forward. Even the trees release their greatest creations- year after year- in order to produce something new. The need to let go of what has been, in order to create what can be again.      Things are different now, more than ever. The cycle of life which has come and gone, throughout history, marches fo...

  Some Things Never Change.      The more things change- the more they stay the same.      It’s amazing to see, that after all this time, you can always rely on the same-old same-old to prevail. The more you try to stray from the path, the more the path reveals itself to you.      Perhaps thats what is called destiny. Perhaps, that is called fate. Perhaps, no matter how hard we attempt to stray from what we are or who we are meant to be- the Universe has a way of always bringing us back. Back to where we fall into our lane again. Back into the area of our lives where we are capable of growing and becoming everything we we born to become. The powers at work are beyond understanding, beyond comprehension. Sometimes all we can do, is throw ourselves into the wind and surround to its direction.      Ships in the ocean are meant to sail. Some sail through devastating storms and minor hurricanes. Others, travel through clear ski...