IT WAITS

Source:milkshaq 

It waits.

It waits for me.

Can I do it?

Will I do it?

Should I jump?

Will I jump?

The salt air.

The strong waves.

The wet breeze.

It calls to me.

My siren calls.

Goodbye to all.

HARD CHOICES

Hard choices.

Which one to choose?

Both lead to darkness

and despair.

Some decisions don’t

have happy endings.

But we are forced to choose.

Which one?

What to do?

Such is life.

Close your eyes and pick one.

Happy trails.

CHOICES

Should we go up?

Climb the stairs of our ambitions.

Should we walk down?

Tired of expectations.

Or we can wait downstairs.

Wait for the best opportunities

To come to us.

And there’s the door.

Give up on it all.

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

whitechapelwitch:

NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

This is not the famous Yellow Brick Road

that will lead you to fantasies.

This is the road of reality

that will lead you to your future.

This road is determined by your life choices.

It is created by you and for you.

Do you still want to travel this road?

Be careful of its twists and turns.

It’s a ride of a lifetime.

A BALANCING ACT

Torn between two lives.

Between what you want

And what others want of you.

A tough balancing act.

Full of uncertainty.

How do you walk the fine line?

Can you please everyone?

No. 

You can’t.

You must please yourself first.

Balance carefully.

And balance wisely.

INDECISION

matthewcustar

LAISSE SÉPARÉ

©Matthew Custar

An abstract picture?

What do you see?

I see a man caught.

Caught in indecision.

The large ball,

far from him.

The small ball,

closer to his reach.

Indecision rules the world.

Don’t get caught.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS -- CONCLUSION

 

I'm standing in a thick darkness.
Where I am
I don't know.
Maybe in a dream.
Or in a nightmare.
Ahead I see two scenes.
Two choices.

I can follow the sounds of the surf
and join the man swimming in the ocean.
An ocean filled with strong waves.
I can smell the salty air
and hear the pounding waves.
Or I can follow the path of flowers
and walk through the colorful archways.
The sweet smell entices me,
drawing me in.

What to do?
Is one choice better than the other?
The ocean can be exciting but also dangerous.
The path of flowers could be pretty but boring.
What should I do?
What would you do?

If I don't wake up soon,
I will have to make a choice.
I close my eyes.
I open them.
I'm still here.
I'll go with the safe choice,
since I'm a no risk person.
I'll leave the adventure to someone else.

The flowers smell so sweet.
The sun shines above.
I can hear birds again.
Will I see my white bird?
Oh yes.
There it is.
Flying above me.
Did I make the right choice?

Oh, look.
I'm back home.
Where I started from.
I guess I made the correct choice.
The correct choice for me.

HARD CHOICES

Hard choices.
Which one to choose?
Both lead to darkness
and despair.
Some decisions don’t
offer happy endings.
But we are forced to choose.
Which one?
What to do?
Such is life.
Close your eyes and pick one.
Happy trails.

A SECRET PLACE

A secret place.
A place to hide.
To call your own.
Far from the madding crowd.
To think.
Perhaps to dream.
Of better times.
Of better lives.
Of choices.
Important decisions.
To escape.
Into the darkness.
Of your own mind.
And be you.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?
Who was I?
A man.
A woman.
A doctor.
A soldier.
Maybe a murderer.
Does it matter?
Does it matter anymore?
We all end up the same.
Underground.
Buried.
We end up as skeletons.
But it is how we are
remembered
that matters.
Our memory lingers on.
Remembered as a
doctor,
soldier,
or murderer.
It’s your choice.

A BALANCING ACT

Torn between two lives.
What you want.
And what others want of you.
A tough balancing act.
Full of uncertainty.
How to keep balance?
How to walk the fine line?
Do you cut yourself into half
like in the tale of Solomon?
Can you please everyone?
No. You can’t.
You must please yourself first.
Then you can solve the rest of
the world’s problems.
Balance carefully.
And balance wisely.

FALLING OFF THE EDGE

FALLING OFF THE EDGE

Faroe Islands

Do you ever feel like you’re standing
at the edge of a precipice?
One wrong move and you could
be falling to your death.
Life could be over for you
in a split second.
One wrong move and
everything changes forever.
We only get one life to live.
Make the right choices.

ofolodza:

Stairway to the sea.

Life is delicate.
Life is full of choices.
One bad choice and one
can be falling into the ocean
without a life jacket.
Choose wisely.

LIFE'S LONG JOURNEY

LIFE’S JOURNEY

Life’s journey may be long and dark,
but we must take it to grow and learn.
At journey’s end, we will see that is was all worth it.

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What are we made of?
Are we just pieces put to together?
Are we the sum of our parts?
Or are we something more?
Do we serve a purpose?
These are difficult questions,
but I believe that we have been
placed on earth for a purpose.
We live our lives with ups and downs,
but we learn important lessons along the way.
If we learn correctly, then we will have
something useful to offer the rest of mankind.
It is sad but true, that many people don’t learn
much during their lives.
But they only live to serve themselves.
If we ignore these useless beings, then there is much
good and beauty to be found in this world.

OUR MINDS WILL SET US FREE

OUR MINDS WILL SET US FREE

 

Our minds will set us free!

 

Are we stuck in our paths?
Do we go around and around in circles?
We must escape this trap.
We must use our minds to free ourselves.

 

The sky is lit up.
Lightning streaks across the sky.
Sounds of thunder can be heard in the distance.
The Dead are coming to town.
Beware!

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Night has come.
The moon is rising.
The shadows are moving.
The birds have come out to play
And so have The Dead.
The Dead Game

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Who are we?
Are we more than one person inside?
We can find these people in our dreams
Or in our nightmares.
Sweet Dreams.

 

Follow the path to End House.
It is a dark and dreary path,
But you never know what you may find.
Will the house be welcoming
Or will it be waiting for you with bated breath?
Who is else may be waiting for you?
You will never know unless you continue on the path.
The script has already been written.
You really have no choice but to follow it.
The Dead games have begun.

RUNNING IN CIRCLES

therumpus:

RUNNING IN CIRCLES
DON’T WE RUN IN CIRCLES
EVERYDAY OF OUR LIVES?
WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOING,
WHERE LIFE IS LEADING US.
WHAT NEXT?
WHAT DO WE DO NEXT?
BUT YET, WE CONTINUE ON.