Live

The exacting and oft distracting realization of unforeseen necessity that stands next to me, and not in front, begs the question, and with external suggestion,"What is essential to exist?" To exist in a manner fulfilled, and utterly thrilled, by the excitement of discontent? Or is it uncovering the simple pleasures and the complex treasures of a strange, an unknown; an unforeseen variable in the Grand Scheme? I prefer the latter because a perception too focused and concerned with a philistine locus muddles the surroundings to a gray. It would be appropo to say... the colors were given away until there was a day I stepped back into the technicolor world to see the sun and admire the ocean. At which point I embraced the notion once more of enjoying the commotion while understanding all is, and will be, right with devotion. This is not a love potion... this is life. At last check, I was only given one to live, and that is exactly what I shall do.