The end may be where our story begins

Without thought at least on my end, I am engulfed in feelings of every sense. 

Put in this very place for this time being to say these things that may never be seen nor erased. 

Every time we blink there is something missed, yes we must skip many a more then we are blessed to experience yet much is without consciousness until chosen to acknowledge. Legends believed are created in the present. Second-guessing our instincts empties our chance to seize the art of accepting what we truly are.  

The benefits of reflection are a given unless pre-conceived judgments start to cloud the motives of what one’s gut knows is best. Even here and now I have begun to back tab only to remind myself that is why scripture is proofread before published. 

When I "try" I am leaving room for failure, therefore I must just do. I would love to give the world adventure to be opened at their leisure. 

In claiming one's power of choice, the human mind can find peace as we may choose anything we wish to be. Committing to any decision with action in said direction summons the dream to become one’s visual reality. Everything is always changing. 

Here is the time I shall question the sense of my statements after they are written to disclose only those I am able to stand for as possible fact without defense necessary.

I have so many ideas that rush at once sometimes it clogs and none come forth. 

May I see only the glistening peeks from millions of ripples, as a sweet autumn sun beats down on a body of our making’s majority, and be reminded such spectacular surfaces are to keep our species functioning. The miracle of life might be to be. Simply being is a miracle if believed to be. 

A happy philosopher, peaceful civilian, my heart is warm with this feeling of contentment. How might I see further then I can reach, to really know the tips of these trees hold meaning to more then just me?

Learning is growing- constant evolving. Adjustment is life and here in this phase of mine I have found what I like, what I love, what I’m made of, what I’m here for. 

I have a voice of inspiration, encompassed with Love to share with this world. 

I till peace in my soul similar to that which is the sky holding the clouds as they roll. 

With that, I sprout as I’m shown to branch out in the direction of sun, go on as nothing is wrong whenever rain comes. 

As with misery, fret seems to be the best opportunity for us to know what we no longer want. 

I’m open to close, I’m closed to no open. I’ve broken these bones but no vows shall be spoken on deaf ears or for which I would allow to be forgotten with years.

Forces seeming greater then belief may come in to play and take the body, but as long as your faith holds tight to the positive purpose of everything you may indeed be ever happy no matter what’s happening.

I let the wind dictate my breathing if that means I may stay in sync with healing.
In becoming more of an adult I retreat to the safety of staying alert. 
I find benefits run deep through acts of participating in activities which stimulate my intrigue to it's greatest potential, allowing my focus to draw up my life's purpose like a bubbles to the surface.

Be everything that is contrary to deceit. Let no passing moment's patience fall victim to defeat. To be complete means to be unique. 
Your power lays in Loving.
Stalled for the time being I remind myself, stop thinking so much, just let out what is true for you and those who agree will align with divinity.
So as for you and me... The end may be where our story begins ? 
The end.