Running on the Low

Patience is the ability to wait or have a certain tolerance towards a matter?  Often patience is regarded as being tolerance, endurance under difficult circumstances.  Persevering in the face of delay and provocation without succumbing to our wild instinct.  Patience is the level of endurance one's character can take before negativity.

Question to be asked.  When should we be patience and when should we not?  Being a mere mortal acting like a fool waiting and waiting, all in the name of patience.  Is this having faith that things would turn for the better or just another excuse not to leave our beliefs and jump into the unknown.  To a certain point we believed our beliefs, and have faith.  Slowly enveloping ourselves in a world of fantasy known only to exist solely in our thoughts and nothing more.  Is this a way human react to protect themselves from harm and live a life of lies.

Has the days grown so long that when tomorrow comes, only fear awaits.  Is this mere thought out of desperation or just an insane man's outcry begging for an opportunity.  Did the wind blew so hard that I side tracked?  Have I been searching in the wrong place?  or perhaps signs and hints that this is just not meant to be........

-Mnpl

No Need to Say Goodbye

It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back when you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never been this way before
All you can do is try to know who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when it's over
No need to say goodbye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye
You'll come back when they call you
No need to say goodbye 

Wait, Magic

We don't wait.
no.. we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.  Our heart beats, our mind create.  Our soul ingest.  and this words brings comfort.

When King Lear dies in Act 5.  Do you know what shakespeare has written? He's written "He Dies" No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words.  The culmination of the most influential work of comedic literature is "he dies".

The simple words "he dies", perhaps an end to a relationship, maybe the time has come for us to leave what we treasure, which simply marks an end to something.
I know it is only natural to feel sad, but not because of those words "he dies".  But because of the life we saw prior to the words.  What I'm trying to imply is that you turn the page, continue reading and let the next story begin.

But the story is meeting its final chapters, but thats ok~ our story that we love must eventually comes to an end, and when they do.  It's only an opportunity for another story to begin.  So the beginning of the end begins with a new chapter.

When you were younger, everyone thought that you were something of a genius perhaps a musical genius and you believed them.  But now, as you became a grown up you wasn't so sure.  Why grown ups didn't believed what they were told when they were a kid, I mean aren't we suppose to be smarter?  What you needed, what WE needed was an opportunity to prove ourrself that we are something more than we believed.