Some say Life is full of despair,

Anger,

And loneliness.

That there is no point,

No purpose,

And no profit

Since the hand of Death will eventually capture us.

 

 

I had thought these people Embittered,

Envious,

 And Empty.

 

 

I was foolish to think that I could escape:

These black feelings.

I was caught and my blissful ignorance

Disintegrated.

 

 

Emotions, I soon noticed,

Are Contagious.

Anger, moodiness, melancholy

Make us.

 

 

As a curtain began to fall

To cover me

My weak-self lost the battle

From thenceforth,

Suffocating emotions failed

To escape my eyes.

 

 

The more I observed others,

The more I thought, “ I don’t understand people.

Why do they hurt themselves?

Why do they hurt others?

What good are emotions if they hurt someone else? “

 

 

I became a canvas

A sponge

Sucking the human condition

Into myself.

 

 

There were days

I was drenched,

And colored so

There is no color.

 

I have not yet met someone

Nihilistic.

 

 

Pouring out one’s heart

The contents are forced unto

Another.

Thus hurting

Another—

Existence.

 

 

An epiphany arises within

Me

I give it permission

To control

Me.

 

 

I am no longer a canvas;

I am a painter.

My observations

Are clearly drawn within

My mind.

 

A window shatters,

A car crashes,

 A gunshot—

“It is so sad…”

I hear.

 

A child is taken,

Beaten,

And tortured—

“ So many cruel people exist…”

I see the thoughts.

 

Emotions overflow

But no actions

Taken.

“I don’t understand…”

 

Some say Life is bright

That it does have meaning

That it is full of Possibilities

That despair should not

control Joy.

 

I find I like the colors

Of this philosophy;

I have become a dreamer.

 

It is fear, I realize,

That manipulates

These despairing thoughts.

Fear of failure,

Fear of losing love,

And fear of dying—

Perhaps, the strongest

Of them all.

 

 

People are capable of Change,

Of Courage,

And of Wisdom

If these fears

Are Countered.

 

 

My fear of failure

Is not abnormal.

But I will

No longer

Be under its

Command.

 

Excitement fills me up,

Of the unknown future.

The possibilities seem endless,

Dreams are ever evolving

And Eternal.

 

 

I am not perfect;

I am capable of dark emotions,

 And I am capable of light emotions.

As a person,

There is no escape.

But focusing on the good

Is my purpose.

 

 

Knowledge is my

Solace.

What happened yesterday,

What happens today,

What will happen tomorrow,

Molds my mind.

 

 

I am not the person from yesterday—

 

Neither are others.

 

I am not the person from today—

 

Neither are others.

 

I am not the person from tomorrow—

 

And neither are others.

 

 

With time,

 I have become a thinker.

The events in life

Are catalysts for others.

The cycle moves on,

And on.

 

 

 

Bergson said,

“ [I] T is always in a contact with

the generative force of life that

One is able to extract the

[P] ower to love [H] umanity”.

 

 

It seems that most of all,

I am a believer.

 

In Hope,

Not in despair.