All For More (Or Less)

If ever there was a day to be a new day, then let’s make this day the right time to be a new day.
And who doesn’t want that?
Who doesn’t want a new day or a new beginning?
So, let’s go.
Now . . .

We have all been through the gears and the windings of this so-called life. Each one of us has had our share of ups and downs. We have all been hurt. We all have our own scars or cuts scrapes, bumps, and bruises.
No one gets out alive. No one escapes this part of life.
We know this.

I see no reason to act like none of this is true.
Life is hard.
People are often dishonest.
No one gets away with living a free life because at some point, the bill comes for everyone, and in the end, everyone pays. In the end, we all go down for the dirt nap, and in most cases, we all get placed in the same sized box.

Even if you have no chance or even if all else seems dark or dismal and life is about to give out from under you, you have to stand up and be counted.
You have to face the accusers, the judges, the prosecutors and in some cases; even if you have to face the firing squad, then do this with all you have,
Chin up. Chest out.
Never back down.
Not once.
Not now.
Not ever.

We all go through bouts. We have times in the sunshine and moments in the rain.
Everything happens here on Project Earth. And we know there is no mistake about this.

And as for the dark clouds or as for the impending doom, I cannot say whether everyone has this in their life. Some come from more gifted territories.
I cannot say that everyone experiences hardships at the same level.
But I can say that from the smallest to the largest of all living things; we all live, and we all breathe, and in the end, we all have our own version of life after sunset.
I cannot say what comes next.
However, I can say that at some point, whether the bottom is fitted with a trap door and further we fall into that bottomless hole called despair, or if our bottom is the bottom and there’s nowhere left to fall; the bottom line is no one can kill you forever.

Either we stand up and rebuild, or we sink into the emptiness of our own emotional quicksand.
It is as simple and as unfortunate and often as uncomfortable as that. . .
Either we fight for the air or we drown in our own misery
This is true.

I believe in honesty.
I believe in the soul’s right to own its truth.
I believe in the ability of the heart to either reconcile or heal and essentially; if I believe, then I believe that I can be capable of powers that are greater than my wildest dreams.

If I believe, then nothing is out of my reach.
And therefore, if I believe that I can be free —then sobeit.
I will be free, no matter where the stick me.

There are no more hours left to wait.
It’s later than we think.
Time is moving quickly as it is, which means now is the time to work smarter (not harder) and be efficient, and quick, like a machine that moves and clicks with precision.

There is no more room for complaints and no more time to waste on lamenting or mourning our past which are gone and irretrievable.
Yesterday is gone.
And no . . .
There’s no time left to look back with anger or bitterness. There is no room left for resentment and no time left to waste our talents on anything that is unrewarding.
Stand up. . .
Our energy is our focus now. This is a must.
There is no use losing our energy to all the above and all the uncontrollable because this is nothing but wasteful.

Wasteful . . . I have to repeat this word.
Wasteful, as in waste or wasted.

How often have we done this?
How many times have we given something away that can never be recounted or regained?

How many times have we self-destructed or sabotaged something so great or perfect?
And who knows?
Maybe this doesn’t relate to everyone.
Or maybe most people fail to see how they cut off their nose to spite their own face.
“I’ll show them,” should be written on the tombstones of too many careless men.
But not on mine.

Maybe no one wants to look at this. Maybe the truth is to heavy or maybe the work it takes to stand up is too much to consider.
Or maybe the unknown is too frightening and the ideas of failure are like a id being afraid of the monster beneath the bed.
There’s no monster under the bed or in the closet.
But the mind is a crazy thing, even when it comes to sane people.

So, again.
Here were are.
We sit and we wait and we think and we dream, and in the end, we watch another morning go by without taking the chance to take the risk.
And to what avail?

Yes, there is always a risk.
But risk it all.
To hell with anything else.
You have to live.
You have to love like this is your last first kiss.
You have to go forward with all you’ve got.
I know it hurts.
I know the walls close in.
I know this all too well.

And furthermore –
I know that the weather in Purgatory is not always kind and neither are the guards or the judges or the prosecutors. Some of the inmate install their own traps. This way someone else can fall and catch the attention and feed the attention of to social cannibals.

And now, as we move closer to the dates of deliberation, stand tall because the choice is either we stand tall and face them down our opposers, or we sink and we wallow, or we submit and fall to the ground.

I’m sorry.
But I am done with the taste of dust in my mouth.
I have to climb out of this hole, regardless of the people who pull me down, and like the crabs in the bucket, I have to get out to beat the boiling pot, no matter who claws at me, so that I boil before they do.

Bring on the jury.
Bring on the trial.
Let me face this now.
This is my mantra.

It is a new morning.
As for now, the sun is pushing through the horizon as we speak.
The palm of the sky is opening up to share some light with our side of the world>
It’s a nice thing.
Come what may, but regardless of what comes next—I am ready

to risk it all.