Spring turned into summer today, with this, a new season could be felt coming to the surface of ones inner self.
Spring turned into summer today, with this, a new season could be felt coming to the surface of ones inner self. Age can become interpreted by cells dying within the body of time, because that has always been a historic process. Every living person becomes subsequently linked and yet all feel differently through this conversion process a.k.a. transition. This sensation attested a realism of what can’t continue.
A new sense of worth becomes like an upsurge every day, because man continuous developing new expectations. This feeling exists entirely within the structure of logical thinking, because it endures like a mystical thought or feeling that comes through the psyche. Can anyone justify the power of dreams and desire? What makes this happen? How can it last? Why does it really matter?
These are the questioned we experience and with it, we turn for that inner guidance, called truth and acceptance. A touch, a slight charge of energy suggests approval and at that same instant of time, stronger feelings can become mutated. Life embraces compromise and with that, it can gain support beyond these simple instinctive feelings.
On the surface, nature can reach deeper into the mandated power base. What drives a mind to desire something that it cannot conceive? A rule, a law of nature can become decreed for the benefit of societies’ manifestation. Maybe living has created the proclamation of immorality in every soul.
Living a life in any time frame, becomes self empowering. Leaving all with the basic question, how can life become offensive? That inner feeling should never become suppressed by any outside influence, because the common boundary comes from the spirit of man and because of that, the spirit has to remain free. Without that, nature would become judgmental.
Suppression of ones fears can be happy or sad. Restraint has to touch the inner soul of man and the driver can never exist as fear. Is that right? By whose decree you can we decide what is natural? Is it a gift? And desire or just plain greed but these questions are self justifiable, but no other form of authority has the right to make judgments on what is factual. Does man desire only what he cannot achieve? Is it always based on the same rules? Are all men governed equally? Can life continue in a level of greater wants and needs?
There might be nothing gained or lost, but only a feeling of the mind. With this emotion, trying to find what is true requires consistent direction. It is not always possible to hold instinctive thoughts within the mind of mortal man.
With the conversion of winter into spring and then summer, some biological urges become active. Here is natures flower bed of human emotion that also must enhance this reawakening. Old sensations run deep in the cavern of one self. We can revisit those impulses, because they are real.
Above all, can any real obsession ever comprise this stand? One thought comes through, and that is, force is never the answer. What does that mean for mankind? Controlling nature is like changing the climate of life or more important the person. Will it cover what the perceived desirable life is all about?
You can never get a clear answer from anyone but yourself. Knowing that, can you accept this as an indicator of what is not? This simply means what it should be. You feel compassion for what is visible, because the mind has freedom to run unchecked. The mind is under little control, because it can’t be unraveled. Only the resultant actions are real.
These efforts are low key and can’t be significant in gaining insight to what is real or imaginary of purpose. It started with a slight need. Sometimes this can become altered into a power base of false hope. Desire runs deep by its pure scope and it can grow stronger in the subconscious, until it will never move forward again.
Why does all this happen? That question has no clear answer. It can replace other unfavorable thoughts, sometimes objectionable feelings, by removing any future hopes. Small obscure feelings become center bound with slight rejections of the past, this start building into so many different futures that we call today. Tensions of spring are never fully undone when time stops.
These impressions are real and time becomes the one element that is difficult to predict. You breathe, you eat, you feel, and you live. Life becomes a part of that requirement. You cannot look beyond the bright sun nor, can you see into the darkness of the night. When a star shines, you see it only when the sun leaves its mark on your mind.
You can hear the ringing of a bell, but can you feel the sound that it makes? If you could touch the sun, would you survive? Knowing that answer, would you still reach out?
To be alive with desire and hope, there is one requirement that you must know yourself. With life experiences, you teach the results for others. A question that reaches deep into the intellect, what is this life all about? Everlasting is what it has to be. Now for the grand question, can it exist for you or is it just for me?
You raise many profound questions. I've always felt a sense of renewal at the onset of Spring, and with that, renewed vigor to redefine and accomplish.
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Spring turned into summer today, with this, a new season could be felt coming to the surface of ones inner self. Age can become interpreted by cells dying within the body of time, because that has always been a historic process. Every living person becomes subsequently linked and yet all feel differently through this conversion process a.k.a. transition. This sensation attested a realism of what can’t continue.
