This is a story... a boys life of cloudy filled days. Now sees his hand out in front of his face. He's sees his path where his footsteps belong and can look back on footprints he's already left along,
only now does he see the other set walking on, though, he does not know to whom they belong...
He does know now that he is not alone
He wants to know who will be there when it's all done...should he not worry and just let wisdom pass on?
Furthermore he asks, if it happens for a reason, why do we feel confident about certain situations? The hopes and dreams, are you as well, growing impatient?
Maybe thats the gift that life in itself gives, for each to have goals just out past the limbs. We all try to cheat just to believe. Some don't know it ( or admit he wants to say) Some do, but understand they live to fight another day. For him, his question is different. Why cant he just have his own way? Is it a test or is it just hopeless? He answers himself... Knowledge has it's purpose
One man sees what the other doesn't believe, that same man believes what the other doesnt see. He will become anything his mind can conceive...such a powerful thinker... still stuck in a dream? an intuitive master... what a beautiful being.
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