The Fine Line

I guess u can say life is like a deep canyon...and a long thin line goin across the canyon....all u can c is down...at the crevises and deep valleys into the darkness..while the other side u see the horizons of the sun, the clean crisp smell of fresh desert air...sumtimes expressin ur imagination can realli help..help understand the world a little more easier.

Hav u eva heard the saying,

"there's a fine line between pleasure and fun"...

im jus gonna tweak this old saying, with my thoughts as usual =P

But yea i guess the metaphor of the 'tightrope' is probably a gud to describe parts of life and the world todays.

Every journey has a beginning and an end...wat we learn in the middle is wat matters the most...so many ppl...miss the point...these..SURE we think we are all prepared...but i guess maybe u the readers can prove me wrong!!!

If you think about it that 'fine line', it defines things so simply and so aburmptly. Think about it;

Their are times where we want the truth to come out....but the truth is wat makes us scared, that it may cause more pain than closure...

Their are times where we are on the edge, were just fallin away from the wayside...is the only way...

Their are times where the worlds around us keeps us bound to the point, where u almost lose urself...

Their are times the sheer fear of it all sways us from side to side, and the times where we fall off, the fear that someone may not be there...

We all hav are OWN "their are times.." moments...but remember theres this little things call hope, faith, passion, fun, paitence, glory, and empathy....and so many other virtues thrown into it...its these 'natural' occurances..which we may not find now..but in the time into the future is wat keeps us living.Yea for sure u mite think 'hope is a form of denial', but at least it keeps us from breaking to the point of insanity....

And i guess we are all on a balancing act...life is pretty much a balancing out things...

The thing is there is no right way of living...it depends where u r placed, how u got there, who hav u meet,....and ultimately who u r truly inside...that neva ending self-soul searching act to find who r meant to be...

Sorry to sound all religious and stuff...but its wats on my mind...i guess..

"The art of simplicity is a puzzle of complexity."
Doug Horton

"When the War is Over"-Cold Chisel

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

When the war is over
Got to get away
Pack my bag to no place
In no time no day
You and I we used each other's shoulder
Still so young but somehow so much older
How can I go home and not get
Blown away

You and I had our sights set
On something
Hope this doesn't mean our days are numbered
I got plans for more than a wanted man
All around this chaos and madness
Can't help feeling nothing more than sadness
Only choice to face it the best I can

When the war is over
Got to start again
Try to hold a trace of what it was
Back then
You and I we sent each other stories
Just a page I'm lost in all its glory
How can I go home and not get blown away

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away
Ain't nobody gonna steal this heart away

Peace Outz pplz

ttylz tc