Thoughts on a Sunday afternoon

The wind blows.
Direction at it's whim.
Force at it's desire.
Who owns the wind.
Dreams come.
Where do they come from.
Which ones matter.
Why do they matter.
Life is a measure of what.
What determines how life is lived.
Does perception determine the depth of our embrace.
How do we embrace life.
Wisdom stands alone.
Does wisdom ride on the wind.
Is wisdom sourced from dreams.
Life requires wisdom.
Melancholy meets wisdom.
Wisdom embraces melancholy.
Sadness drives away melancholy.
Wisdom measures sadness and introduces life.
Life brings discovery of melancholy.
Circles never end until the circle is broken.
A broken circle can't be a circle anymore.
Where does the ocean stop being the ocean.

Some of us fight for everything we have and somewhere in the fight we forget how free the wind is or  how dreams drove our imaginations. Is there ever a time when we can stop fighting so hard to keep what we have? When is the time we can stop being concerned which way we go or how we get there? Do the scars of life build walls so tall we can't see over them anymore? Who determines what being responsible is? After all responsibility is determined by perception. There's a book by Bruce Wilkinson called "The Dreamgiver". It is an astounding mirror of life and reveals the battles and scars we fight till we can't fight anymore. When we changed the focus of our fight we often forget what we are fighting for. We begin by fighting for our dreams. As the fight for our dreams intensifies we begin fighting for our survival. The fight then begins to be all we know, it becomes a fight for what? Then somewhere something happens and we forget who we were. We search and search. We carry the bruises and wounds calling them the battle scars of life. All of a sudden we've lost without even realizing we couldn't win. Then we break into a dark realm. A realm of sadness. Depression. Then wisdom sends a flicker of light from the past. A shimmer of a dream we once had. Do we let the flash from the past stay in the past? Can one grab a bolt of lightning and see where it goes? Or where it comes from? It's the same with the flash fired from wisdom's depths. Can we grab it? If we are to survive the beating life has produced we grab the flash. We explore the memories long laid down to fight battles we didn't need to fight. Are we brave enough to sever the arm of fear that tries to keep us fighting pointless battles? If we put a timeline on our lives what would it look like? Does fear increase the farther we move into the fight? So how do we defeat the fear of finding peace?
What is the value of a tear? Is the value of a tear measurable? What words fall to the ground in the grasp of a tear? Words left not spoken out of anger, embarrassment, love, heartbreak, hurt, sadness, happiness? Tears become the poetry of life. What if we tried to capture the words that are bound to tears and place those words where they belong? What if we really were free to speak what we let go of in a tear. Life may not be such a battle and the freedom we once new may find an avenue of return.
Pursue your dreams with passion. Lose fear. Find your journey. Live.