Youth and Reluctance

When a burst of thought becomes a flame of enlightenment,

a lamp of guidance

by a thought,

provoking a strum of thought,

like that of a harp

with a rhythm in which you move as quickly or as slowly as you please.

Passion submerged in radiant youth

with foolish desire,

it begins with the eyes and the flame within them for life and authority to take control of the breath and the beats within them.

I want to be reckless,

she says with a hunger for air and a thirst for water in her mortal bones

but in her heart, she yearns to touch the flame, just as the moth that flaps its wings so fiercly

to free itself of heavy water after a long nights rain.

Being young is feeling everything so joyously and being so bitterly reluctant to let that all go.

As a young girl once said with a taste of poison in her mouth,

the only thing I ever hated about life was that it had to end.

Don't ever believe that there is a fate for you.

Life is an endless journey in which we get to create the ending,

there is no fate or predestination,

if this was so we would all surely fail since we have in inept way of having contempt upon ourselves from the beginning of time (quoting Bolby evolutionary psychologist)

to prepare for failures,

and we so readily accept that LIFE might NOT be SO much more.

We are not shackled or bound to a fate,

for we are so much more;

we are one soul,

with the ability to impact thousands of lives.