This world, our world, my world, your world, or its world, so mysterious it is, in this dimension, trapped amongst materialistic property. Pinned down by emotions and morals, trying our best with the souls we have to follow the path of the righteous person. Making our way through our world like a meandering river, for our paths may not be clear, and to march forth like a roman straight forward might mean that we miss what we were supposed to see. For, how are we supposed to see what it is, that there is to be seen, when our eyes may be blind to the truth, when the truth might be so obvious. Yet it is oblivious, lost in an abyss waiting to be found. We can try to take the knowledge we gain, adjust ourselves to change to make sense of it all, but where is this leading us all?

The want of the better world can feel out of reach on a global scale. For we just try to make our own lives the best we can. No matter how much we strike the sword of good, there will always be bad in the world, it is as if bad must exist to give good meaning. We can question the integrity of this world all our lives, wondering if it will ever be what it should. This life we are blessed with may never know the outcome of what is destined to be, so small are we compared to time and space, as we search for the truth, and that “something” that we all want. As we go through what we go through, we sometimes do not determine what it is that is happening, it is so easy to be misled by the conditioning this planet bestows upon us. Made to believe in ways we never asked for. Told a story, which in the future makes us wish we had been deaf at the time, before we have turned around so much time can pass, many leaves could have turned brown and fallen in the time it took to realize the truth inside. All this time you held the spark that lights the internal fire of realization. Knowing is the truth.