A Guide To Life

And if we are but threads in this great tapestry then what are we to do?

Be as colourful and magnificent sir, as you can or ever could - possibly be.

But what is it to be magnificent? By what measure would you judge magnificence?

Well by the capacity of the magnificent or the not-so-magnificent to drop the jaws of those who behold it my dear.

Wouldn't that depend entirely on the beholder?

Yes but are we not all of the same 'stuff'? Shouldn't we all react and act in the world just like any other person? Are we not all human?

We are all human but we are all conditioned by the environment in which we have grown. One who loves bicycles now may have hated them if she was born in some distant land, where only murderers and thieves rode bicycles. Where one person may look upon their local pizza boy as the image of all magnificence, for another those feelings may only rise for the lonely cod who swims off the shore.

So are we to be the cod or the pizza boy? To what end shall we aspire?

Aspire to nothing. You are already magnificent.

But what if I already aspire? Am I still magnificent then?

Yes darling.

Oh.

The world is your pallette, your dressing room, your library and your stage. Paint your set and costumes with the whims which guide you, choose the story which chooses you, and act my dear, just act.

Watching.

And the mist remained, as always, like the seers said they would.
He waited on that solitary cliff like his forebears before him,
looking with wild hope upon the ocean, for that blinding vision which would seal his fate forever.

And all the while the creatures and mysteries of his world writhed at his feet,
desperate for his attention, desperate for his love, desperate to love him.
But he couldn't turn away from that wild hope upon the sea.

Dance dance

Every now and then a haze falls over your thoughts and your spirit starts a solo slow dance on the dancefloor of your brain. All the cells in your body know what's going on and it's only a matter of time...

Laughter Yoga

After a solemn meeting of the subscriptions department, we herded ourselves into the small meeting room to do what needed to be done. Stood in an uneven circle, looking uneasily at one another, no one was sure what to expect, what to do...

Then out of the air between us there sprung laughter. Full, coloured, heart renching laughter! And so we laughted and we laughted and I can't tell you who laughted first but we all laughed to the last.

And as suddenly as it all began, we were marching back through to our desks, reserved as ever. On my way I caught the eye of one of the girls, and saw something there that wasn't there before.

It seems spirits are drawn to laughter.

Drama?

When happiness fades, when life fades, when passions fade and when light fades -
All you really need is a bit of drama.

Shake it up. Talk it up. Act it up.
Make it extravagent and don't forget the sweeping tones and massive gestures.

, and all with a musical flow ;)

Play

Running through the undergrowth, excitement filled his heart,
lush leaves speeding by, batting his face and urging him on,
and then Space... -

Clear, blue, open space!

Rushing air! A leaping heart! A sudden drop!
SPLASH!

The icy water welcomed him at once, in playful swirls,
his arms moved and slid through the swirls,
playing back, and returning the welcome.

Steadying his mind he took in the scene.
There she lay,graceful,
on the bouldered shore.

She too welcomed him, with that smile, with those luscious lips.
Radiant beauty, soft muscles, smooth tan skin, all welcoming him home.

And together they played - he, her, and the water.

A bit of nothing.

I've sat here for the best part of 5 minutes thinking over what to write. My mind keeps leaning towards complaining about being a slave to this and that and about building my own prison etc etc - but I can't. I can't go into that vivid description of despair, because I think I've trained my heart simply not to believe in such a place.

The world is full of sun, and of wonder, and of delicate, beautiful things and people. I've been blessed with this beautifully coloured mind and this strong, spirited body. Happiness is abounding and in easy reach, all the time. Yet why is it that I fail to reach?

There's a stuck in my head which is making me make poor choices.

I'm not choosing the great inspiring path to freedom and wonder.
Nor am I choosing the the spiralling slope to dispair.
I don't really seem to be choosing much of anything.

And knowing what to choose has always been my trouble, really.
What shall I choose?

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Through the fog of the world, shapes and shadows played terror with his wild imagination.
Wide-eyed and on the edge of seat, every bump and lap of the boat on the water quickened his heavy heartbeats.
Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. Pound. Fast and quick blood flowed through his veins.
Tighter, tighter, tighter, tighter choked the ghosts' hands around his heart.
Where is this place? What is this fog? And who are these ghosts who drown me?

Skin prickling, ice cold, all thought rushing away at speed,
an empty place remained. No longer fog, no longer darkness, but no clarity and no light in their place.
Who were these ghosts? What was this emptiness? What was this place..?