More than a hobby...

Prelude

But just as I enjoy another sip from my glass, I pause, and I am left staggered and shocked from a mental breakthrough that I have waited so many years to reach. The mixture of ambition and smooth alcohol drive out of my mouth like a breath of fire....

Act One

to appreciate.. what does it mean?

The literal translation is: to be grateful or thankful for; to view as valuable; to be fully conscious of; be aware of; detect;

But how can we really grasp this concept when we walk in a tunnel bounded with self-absorbed walls?

My confession embarked from the day I learned the difference between right and wrong. What was so outstanding was that the world was either corrupt in greed of evil or in the brotherhood of love for your fellow mate... the good.

And to contemplate in favor of the latter was a target that many and myself have toiled to grasp since childhood.

Intermission

The plot thickens and I sit here on my bed, my back against the backboard, my legs spread across the bed not too distant from each other. My skin feels fresh from a recent cold shower and I can smell the glenlivet rise from my mouth into my nostrils. It's intoxicating and fills my head with thoughts that feel like a lukewarm lullaby.

Act Two

It happens, but not like you'd imagine it, but as if it would have crept on you in your sleep. But not like a regular night of rest, but like one of those nights where you toss and turn to reach a slumber that's far from reach. It has no definition. It's limitless and finite simultaneously. This is such an art.

She is thinking right now. What is, what isn't, what could and can't be. It let's me know she is human. Which is a hard thing to do; being human. Which is good.

But ultimately her drive is suffocated by an ambition which is obsessed by love. Her love which is unconditional. This love is the human fuel for the soul. A chaos trapped in a fist-sized box.

A man, no matter how proud... listen and take heed to my warning.. your pride will be your fall. Take time to listen, see, and touch everything that cant be heard, seen, or felt. Appreciate everything you do and do not have.

Nothing is for sure and nothing is forever and heroes are forgotten. So take this love as an example and don't get caught up in appearance. Your reflection is often a lie, and your soul can't be seen better than the the other who stands and looks you in the eye.... after all, the eyes are said to be the gateway to the soul.

This is wild. The stars are moving across the sky. But we all know it's the earth doing the moving, don't we? Just like us. Yeah.. but that's another chapter.

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The glass is empty.

The alarm clock sounds.

I wake up ♠