Choices

There are moments in our days where we make choices that define who we are, who we were and who we will become.
Choices that echo into the world voices of are character and our worth.
They are choices that set ripples into our surroundings that can either settle or or turn into waves.
These moments come when we expect them to and they come when we need them but perhaps not when we want them.
Moments are all we have in life.
In the moments is where life occurs.
There are choices we will make that are wrong, right or indifferent.
It’s what we take from our choices that will ultimately define the person we are and the life that we will live.

Why is it?

Why is it that we hurt the ones that love us the most and we protect and and fight for those who hurt us the worst?
Is it human nature to be drawn to those who will be the ones to make us suffer and cry and question ourselves?
Is it our nature to shun those who want only to love us and provide for us and to see us prosper?
I only ask because we have all done it and are guilty of it.
We have all been guilty at some point in our lives at pushing away the advances of genuine sincerity but opened our arms and welcomed lies and deceit.
There must be something in our heads that makes us believe that perhaps this time will be different or perhaps this person has changed.
But it’s our hearts that know the truth and fear the outcome and pay the price.
We cannot lay blame on those who’ve hurt us in the past or those who destroyed a dream we shared with them.
They have passed with the autumn wind and a new beginning came with spring but we let out hearts remain bitten with the winter frost.
Why is it that we hurt the ones that love us the most and we protect and and fight for those who hurt us the worst?
It’s because the ones who love us the most are never the ones we truly want to love back or that we feel we truly deserve.

This Side

Every one of us is born with two very distinct sides.

Each side is as different as day and night.

One side basks in the warmth of the light.

The other cowers in the frigidness of the dark.

There is one side that knows what the simplicity of joy is.

A side that feels the comfort and cordiality of a smile.

A side that knows fulfillment in what we have achieved.

A side that feels the passion of our lover’s touch.

A side that knows the delight of being with family.

This side of us knows the rewards of love and life.

We can flourish to be the person that we endeavor to be.

A kind and gentle person that lives a life endowed with fulfillment.

A person who obtains goals and makes dreams reality.

But there is another side to the person we are or can be.

There is a side that feverishly lashes out from fear.

A side of us that is madly bitter with jealousy and anger.

A side that is scarred from the tyrannies of self-loathing.

A side marred by hate, resentment, and solitude.

It is this side that makes the soul heavy and the body weak.

It is this side of our nature that causes us sorrow and anguish.

The side that holds on to vengeance and greed.

And the side that torments those who attempt to love us.

A heart full of self-pity would never have room for love.

It is within each one of us to be the person we choose to be.

Every one of us has both sides to choose from and to guide who we will be.

The side that we allow to win is the side that we choose to embrace.

The side that we hold near and nurture and the side that we feed.