Fleeting pressure twists our lives like the wind against our wings. Hope springs eternal in our youth. Fluttering moments of clapping propel us to new heights. Being nearsighted, we see only the beauty before us. Our eyes scan the front, side, and behind us, unaware of dangers. We seek the new, unable to witness the patterns of the past.
In youthful moments, we stumble, tripping over ambitions, not knowing the steps to take to achieve radical goals. Seeking safety, we move silently upon the breeze, taking refuge, resting beneath the trees. Inspired by the beauty of nature, we gravitate to the flowers. Dancing among the petals, we exist and thrive. The world wishes to capture and contain us, peg us to a board, claim and disgrace us, and deny our chance to soar. We collect ideas and creative thoughts to spread knowledge. Nurtured by desires and the natural order, we fertilize young minds by spreading creative ideas to the world. Gifting something to the world that cannot be replaced. We inspire others through our art; our wings are a measure of grace. We cannot ignore artistic life's dangers but must do everything to explore. If we do not dream, then humanity is no more. We do not live among the broken but strive to pursue our goals. To show that the world isn't forsaken and moments of bliss are not fleeting. Refusing to live terrified of the world's dangers today. Knowing that living a life of beauty will darken the powers of the corrupt. The hidden powers give just enough to oppress the desires, to keep the body satiated. Pressing, prodding, and destroying until the spirit erupts. But that doesn't mean we should dim our light. Instead, we should press on with all our might, for aspirations take flight if we spread hope. We are not the victims of our circumstances but the guiding light of our dreams. We need to plan for our future to take advantage of the unseen. For those who do not plan, their failure is set. They cannot hope to succeed when seeing their safety and security are not met. They push too fast and soar too high without caring, without checking the sky. In a moment of pure bliss, they soar moments before achieving their dreams. A crack of lighting is heard before darkness. In their view of the goal, they lose sight of the unseen dangers. Blinded by the sun of ambition, they don't plan their flight. The brightness turned to dark, and the darkness turned to night. As butterflies, they soared on a bright, beautiful day. A bird of prey snatched their hopes and dreams. But we are different. As we strive but plan our lives, pushing forever forward, we do not go quietly into the night. Pledge your life to greatness; as creatives, pledge: "I do not give up on hope. I plan, I struggle, I see. That there is beauty in this world that I will spread, that my hope and dreams will not die with me." Feb 1, 2024