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The Way of It

Is it the spirit within us, or is it adventure we seek to travel beyond the wild side, not stay in our traces quite meek? The way of the wild is our nature, challenges—mountaintop high, searching for life’s rich fulfillment, or looking to God asking, “Why?” As children, we see things so different, no bonds to hold back the mind, no fears, no woes, no self-conscience— only true ties that bind. From birth we are tested and labeled to conform to a socialized scale, maybe for better or worse—I don’t know, but sometimes it seems much like hell. Torment and guilt put us under— not always from what we have done, but rather from what we were taught as right or wrong since life’s begun. Stresses unleashed on our ego, competing for goals to succeed— but is it to bathe in the glory, or is it for purpose and need? Let me live free as the creatures on Earth and under the sea— my soul needs rest from life’s sorrows— my person wants just to be me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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