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Beautiful World - Coldplay |
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I have in no way reviled myself further than I do at the present. Does not our true-selves lay in the sins we commit, the secrets we conceal, and the thoughts we reflect? Consequently, how can any phenomenal heart whom graces this earth like me, or for that affair, love me? It's solely not viable... It perturbs me to befall conscious to reality, that is, in essence, my nature is but grime; an inerasable stain tattooed upon my spirit, never to obscure. Indeed, not merely can I not obliterate my precedent sins; they will pursue me pending the termination of this time. We can never become perfect; we are but the dirt of the earth. Although, I may not develop into an unflawed being, I can make the effort to subsist as a good person, and indeed, that is what God desires. How must I view life? As effortless as it is, life is our celestial chastisement, and God's bequest of Holy love, accordingly, I shall view life as pure beauty and splendor, and a magnificent learning experience. However, there is still one thing I long for...
Nature... Have you ever assembled, wherever it may be, and gazed at the sunrise or sunset? Have you ever lied in a tranquil meadow in the serene of night, listening to the resonance of life's melody, and staring to the stars afar? Within that instance, nothing but thoughts of enchantment fill your mind, as your eyes perceive the purity of beauty within its entire splendor. Please, enlighten me; what in this globe could surpass such a moment? That moment, in the company of the one you love. Indeed, the sheer exquisiteness of God's creation mutual with the amorous emotions you feel for another is nothing further than majesty on a terrestrial sphere.
Fun, conversely, is an entire divergent emotion, although equivalent within its mirth. Getting yourself implicated within a turbulent sport, driving amid your much loved song playing on the radio through the neighborhood park, eating junk food at a baseball game among your nearest and dearest, dancing to a beguiling ditty, shopping in the midst of your best friend, or merely hanging out with your friends, laughing... Ostensibly, one would distinguish this scene as meager regularity, although, within the delight is wholesome emotion of enjoyment. This, in addition, is an unparalleled moment of treasure.
Miles remote of this disposition of glee, however, lay the crestfallen hearts of anguish. Numerous of which living in a life of seclusion, residing awake online for hours, conversing with absolute strangers, far-off from reality, searching for hope in an infinite field of pain and thorn. Others, pessimists, living in an "every man for himself" world, caring for no one but himself or herself, nourishing upon superficial pleasures, of which will never mend their concealed, tattered emotions contained by their aloofness. And the philosophical fallen angels, bereaving in excess of this alleged "pointless existence", being derided by fools for their mere inimitability, establishing life upon their own fragmentary tome, that to them is completed, blinded from the supplementary secrets.
Ah, yes, and subversive of these humanities, you will witness children of infantile behavior, whom will believe anything their parents may contend...yes, children, offspring of wise and injudicious, living life in a slapdash fashion, never to detain the supremacy of life's Creator. I cannot inevitably proclaim children to be of esteem, as they are, in actuality, as sad as it may be... fools. We all are in one point of time in our life, and various ad infinitum. We cannot revisit these moments of errors, because that's reality. We can't cure the dead, because this is reality. Although, we must relish existence, as WE ONLY LIVE ONCE.
You were preordained to be who you are. You're personality, facade traits, everything...that is you. Tell me, how can science generate such significance? Yes, significance, life is significant! You are NOT better off dead. This is your life, once lived life, cherish it as such; make the attempt to compose the accurate options, think things throughout circumspectly, be in high spirits, and endeavor to be a good person... Otherwise, all is lost. I do not wish to run off track once again, or to be alone in melancholy. Indeed, I can fluently pledge myself that no one will ever be happy until found truth. This is reality.
Forgive me world, and do not hate me...I only love you in return, and I forever will.
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