A Life in Words

We starve for the perfection in our lives… We search and search trying to find just the right moment when life opens its doors to reveal where we are, where we are going and when it doesn’t we seem to start opening doors desperately trying to find the call before the ending. Our hearts beating as tick tocks of a clock… We hear the thumps in our chest which pushes us to search even faster, more carelessly that when we find something that fits the mold we grip it with two hands and hold on tight as if the crushing wave of life itself is just behind us waiting to pounce… This truth, this lie that we have found in our desperation of being saved is the thing that we hold close, the thing that we grip to while we dangle off the edge of the world. We dare not look down to see the darken pit that goes on and on with no ending in sight that is just below the edges of our toes. We grip to this thing that could be wrong, could be right with every inch of our hopes, every inch of our dreams and if we dare to let go we will fall into the bottomless pit of uncertainty, of life not known by our careful hearts… life that we have not lived, where knowing is not an option and being safe in a blissfully unaware mind is just a fond memory. Oh how easy it would be if it were just easy to let go.