How dare I stare into the eyes of the universe when the infinite darkness between the stars can swallow me whole in just one glance and when reflecting on time my consciousness is raised yet suffocated at the thought that I exist in just a fraction of a speck of time’s infiniteness? As insignificant as I may feel, I am the universe, at least a scrap of it, and if I thought the universe were conscious, I would criticize it for being cruel to allow me to live, love, be aware, and become attached to this temporary life, just to later take it away. But really, such criticism would be unwarranted, for I do love life, and love having been given the chance to experience life. Any attachment to it is my own mistake. Nothing about it can be done for now. I shall love life as I do, and I have no choice but to die accepting it when the time comes. I am at the mercy of the universe.
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Beautiful blog. Just like staring into the Universe. Can get drowned in the consciousness!
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Thanks Ray! I find your studies of abandonment equally intriguing.
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Hello,Travis.You are very good writing in such a way!It feels to me like you burry a whole sadness on your soul’s eyes and you find relief in looking at the wisdom of the universe.
Many times we the people try to find our true selves in the night when we miss something from our inside.Nature compensate for our true nature which is found at the flowers,the trees,the melodies of birds and shelves and the ray lights.
Good continue with your work!
I love this. I hope you don’t mind but I may use this in a speaking competition (I would of course give you the credit)
There seems to be a echoing of an emptiness written in between the lines though. I makes me beg the question, Is this really all there is?
Because sometimes when I just change my perspective. Off the speedometer to the sunrise enveloping the world around me I just have to pause. When I actually “stop and smell the roses” I can’t help but feel like there’s more.
You know, that feeling inside you get when you truly see something beautiful. Like from a child’s pure laughter to a simple night sky or even an old couple holding hands where the “i love you” is silently being shouted through their years together.
I feel like we all have a piece of eternity inside of us that nags the question of is there more. Maybe I’m just just crazy, but I don’t think I’m alone.
Maybe you should edit the page name Travis Morgan » I am at the mercy of the universe to something more suited for your blog post you create. I loved the the writing yet.