Ignore the strife that surrounds you. Always act in the living present. Don’t accept the blame for their faults. Don’t let the doubters attempt to take you down. Don’t deal in their lies; pay them no mind. Avoid the pitfalls you encounter. Don’t become a victim of life’s circumstances. Quietly negotiate the bedlam and wrath when it shows up. Be a master of your fate. It doesn’t serve your right to suffer; it was never meant for you. You are born free; don’t let them put you in a cage; only the strong survive. Write your own life’s story. Don’t let them mock, abuse, and scorn you.
Being alone is better than being in bad company. Remember, they can’t steal knowledge from you; give it away instead. Excellent is not where you begin. Don’t let your emotions control you; control them. Improve yourself without notifying others. Don’t stress yourself with dark clouds of thought. Loud and boisterous people should be left to themselves. Shut out the noisy confusion of life as each day progresses.
The common sense party is always looking for recruits. It is enlightening to look through a different lens. Your soul is a war zone where reason and passion are sorted out. Get your mind correct, and satisfy your soul. Right your ship and set sail for the promised land.
Passion always burns itself out until it begins again. Strive to have your reason in charge. Keep your passions in line with average. Peace and serenity silently await you. Let go of things that are beyond your control.
Thunder and lightning erupted in the sky. Rolling thunder and brilliant flashes of light lit up the sky. The sky is crying again; when will it end?
The spirit is hidden in clouds, waiting for today’s graduates to start their journey home.
Down the way, the ocean is crashing over the seawall. Daylight will be breaking soon as a newborn day begins again.
The night is freezing and dark. The biting North wind is blowing strong. The shore birds have sought shelter from the storm. The dunes have eroded somewhat. The sun will be back, just not right now.
She’s lost a memory and knows it not. Her past wears her down a bit each day—shadows on the wall weave and bob, changing their shapes at will. Her troubling mind provides no relief. The road to nowhere is always open. Getting beyond the sunset is a bridge too far. Pending is never a good place to be.
The future is uncertain; yesterday matters not, and today’s opportunities have already slipped away. Things aren’t always what they appear to be. Dust returning to dust is us. Your soul, however, leaves as you draw your last breath. Your soul goes to Heaven or Hell. You choose its destination as you walk through life.
