the sun rises slowly

far out.

the world is an incredible place.

how funny that we can value something like life so much when its so temporary.

i value my life with everything.

i value the history and the future, and the morning and the night, the water and the sun and snow, and the food and the sounds; i value everything that will inevitably end. if your in a relationship and you find out that it will come to a tragic end, you’d get the fuck out, save yourself the heartache right? but thats everything. every person you love you’ll loose; there all just temporary components of the illusion that is your life, and one day every memory you hold, and secret you treasure will be lost with the last beat of your heart.

you’ll feel no pain or embarrassment, you’ll be neither proud or disappointed by your life, and it seems like a such a shame and a loss.

imagine, to tap into the minds of each creature, each loving ant and turtle. each family and see the world how they do.

im pretty certain that in the end, its the end, theres no sequel in heaven, there no mad rave cave where ghosts rock out without death or consequence.

but, hopefully, i hope, i dream.

we do come back; i dream we live again as another kind, we live for 3 days as an ant, then a hundred years as a turtle, and we do the whole emotional journey of life all over again and again without realising, because honestly its beautiful and to think its just a one ticket per soul kind of deal would be a loss because i have a lot of love to give and i think id be a terrific bird, and then an even better fish.