Distant Dreams

Distant memories haunt me today, ones I thought I had put away.

I let go, I moved forward, I felt peace that lasted; yet now my dreams take me, and they don’t take me past it.

Instead, I am taken to the past, to a time when my dreams were more vivid, consumed by you once more, and so I must live it.

I live in that dream, the one that I don’t want to be defining, yet you’re here again… in my writing.

I write you away as I’ve done once before, the dream fades, and my heart no longer sways.

I let go again, and hope that better times are on their way, I let myself dream, but this time of better days.

We are all boulders sitting in the bed of an ever flowing river barley moving as we watch the waters of life pass us by. The people and moments in our life move with the water, slowly ever so slightly eroding pieces of us. These pieces of us, we often don’t notice until they’re already gone. We often try to get our pieces back but we never really can. We can accept, however that in rare beautiful instances a person or a moment rather than take away will become one with us. So we are all a boulder sitting in a river slowly withering away, but we are also conglomerate masses of the people and things that made us who we are. It will often feel like your rock is an island in the river of life where nobody passes you by. We know in contrast that no man is an island, we become a piece of others and some become a piece of us. So, when you feel like you’re falling apart,know that you may be growing just as much, and know that you’re never truly alone. We are shaped by life, and sometimes that feels difficult and terrible to take. Each moment is worth it even through the pain, this life is an opportunity to be shaped into who we are meant to be; but moreover it is an opportunity to help shape others for the better. When the river is rough, your edges feel blunt, and you feel like you’ve been left alone beneath the waves; remember that God made this river and he also made you. The river can be rough, that’s the weight of this life, but it flows into eternity, and there we can all thrive. Here in the river before you make it to the end remember the affect you have on others, help them to seek a better end. Because we all flow into eternity, but the river splits into two paths, only one is good, but both are everlasting.

The Meaning is Life

Life is not miserable, life in itself has deep and impactful worth. For too long I have allowed cynicism to slowly creep up around and overtake me, but once again I am given light from an unlikely place. I look to a fantasy book and I hear a message I’ve needed without knowing it. I had convinced myself that because this world feels so unredeemable, life feels so pitiless, and pain after pain follow my family and I that life had no worth beyond just making it faithfully to the end. I tucked my head in and was not depressed but I was not alive either! I died to myself and chose willingly to walk a path that was shallow and pointless saying that if I ignore the pain or injustice then I won’t have to feel it. And yet I have felt it these pains are all too real, they persist, but they are worth it. So, from two of the most unlikely places, I contrive for myself and ideally for others a meaning for these lives that we lead.


The first place from which I take this inspiration is from “Attack on Titan” from the speech by Erwin he states, “We all die. But does that mean our lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in our being born? Would you say that of our slain comrades? What about their lives? Were they meaningless?… They were not! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous fallen! The anguished fallen! Their lives have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them! And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my soldiers do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world! My soldiers push forward! My soldiers scream out! My soldier’s Rage!”. Each of these lines hold great value to the points I aim to make about life and why we live it even in spite of the suffering, pain, and difficulty we face. “Their lives have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them”, Not only do our own lives have meaning because of the hearts we live on in even in death but the impact our each and every choice is able to make on others means that all lives have meaning and hold weight. “My soldiers do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world!”, I consider myself a servant of Christ, and would hope that this statement would be able to be said for my service to God. And so, though the cruelty of this world feels insurmountable I stand, I do not buckle, I do not yield, even more so I live!


And yet one might ask what is the purpose of this path if it is filled with pain, what difference is the life you live if we all end in death the same as those before us. Of course, I believe in life after death but that does not give me an excuse to hurry it along nor does it make this life not worth living. The source that truly made me realize this was I feel just as unlikely “The Way of Kings” by Brandon Sanderson. Throughout this book a guiding mantra is set out that nagged at me until at the end of the book it fully set in and took hold of me causing me to write these feelings out. The quote is as follows. “Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.”. These words along with the surrounding text made me come to realize that the path itself is what I should aspire to live. In conjunction with the quotes from “Attack on Titan” I come to this point, we all die, rich, poor, beautiful, pitiful, loved, or lost in sorrow. We all die, but I would argue that almost certainly we do not all live. So, how do we live? We live by guiding principles, we do not focus on the death or the end we put life before death, strength before weakness, and journey before destination. Because we can not focus on the destination before us without fist focusing on how we get there. I believe that I aim to one day stand before God and have Him tell me “Well done my good and faithful servant, you have run your race well”, or at least something along those lines. And Yet I do not know if I have even reached the starting line of the race I am meant to run. I have stumbled, I have fallen, I have tripped over my own two feet time and time again. Even still God places inspiration in my path to show me the way no matter where I am.


So, I ask of any who would read this these things. Do you see your journey for what it is, do you understand that you have purpose, do you see your value, do you believe your journey is worth taking on. If you do not, I challenge you to reevaluate see your life for something more be strong before you are weak, but your journey before the destination, but most importantly put your life before your death. We are not just on a path to die, we wake each day to add value to all those around us, not just those we love. I challenge you to see that value in yourself, believe it to be real and strive to put better into the world. Each day is new and we have a chance for both self-betterment and to better the world around us. Life is difficult, sometimes it feels unbearable, but I promise with all that I am that it is worth baring, and that someone does care for you. I believe certainly that God cares for you but if that is not enough for you yet know that I do as well, even if I do not know you, I do. All human life is priceless. And yet something even more priceless was traded for us. The pain and love of my God was placed upon a cross and for me that makes my path clear. No matter the burden I put the destination far from my mind, I focus on my path, I do not see death in my future, for now I only see the life that I lead. I do not buckle, I do not yield, death has no grip on me, and so through finally truly living I am free.

Self Accommodation

I finally find love where it always should have been, for myself, within myself, and all it took was for my heart to break and bend.

It bent to a place I would think is beyond repair, yet here I am lined with gold, overcoming all I’ve had to bare.

So I find this love, one that alluded me for so long, I make it mine, I let it make me strong.

I let this love blossom and bloom, within me is a new heart, one with space for me, one that has room.

I have room for others but I finally first and foremost accommodated myself, and in this I find a peace like nothing else.

Within the Waters

It’s all gone I’ve seen the last drop, the inspiration that flowed like a river has dried up and so it must come to a stop.

I write no more, at least not with you in mind yet still you helped forge me, I’ve been refined.

I am new, my heart is free, and so I write in regards to me.

I’ve taken a step forward into my own life, away from the need for someone else I can be my own light.

Yet still my strength comes from more than just me, I let God sustain me, so I move with the sea.

The river dried up but the sea is boundless I am within it so my opportunities are countless.

So I count it all up, everything I’ve gained, new life, new inspiration, new me, but with all the best old pieces still retained.

So I move with the sea I make it my own, I follow this path, and become comfortable with the idea of taking it on alone.

I didn’t need the river but I’m thankful for the path it made; I followed it to the ocean and it helped me out my grave.

So thanks to the river but I bid it Farewell, with the crashing of the waves, how will I be diffrent, only time can tell.

The Fires We Carry

A faint flickering flame that refuses to fade away, there is reason for it to burn, and so it will stay.

It burns because it matters not because it seeks to burn bright, instead it accepts itself as this…just a faint light.

Yet this light is enough, there is reason for it to be, because for one to have a light does not rest on reciprocity.

This flame it blazed and grew, but there is always a time to let a flame burn true.

A flame burns truest when you let it find its own pace, it was not meant to burn brightly, yet it still leaves a trace.

I carry the flame with me, I wouldn’t dare put it out, for the fire is somehow a reminder of what rain can do in a drought.

Duplicity, warmth, light, and something that only gives, this fire will burn on with me so long as I live.

Restoration in the Quiet

I know that words do not have the power that I wish they did, there is so much more, and in that life’s mysteries are hid.

I wish with just my words I could change what people see and feel, but that is not true life…that is not what’s real.

Because words often aren’t enough, I’ll act, I’ll pray, I’ll try to give out love.

For love is not only expressed in words, it’s the actions, the attitudes, the heart that is stirred.

Now my heart has been stirred, and words were once again not sufficient, but in myself I still find a passion that is relentless.

I have purpose and my words still hold power, they come from a greater source, and so they are worth a painful hour.

For when words are not enough my Lord still makes me whole, words were not enough, yet still He restores my soul.

For She to be Free

It’s rare to find one’s self feeling in such a way, I want her, to speak to her, my heart has been swayed.

Yet in these feelings so random but so pure,I find myself moving beyond the allure.

For when I pray, I don’t pray for us to be together, I pray for your happiness, for whatever is better.

Better whether I can hold her or not,her smile my upmost concern beyond what I have sought.

Of course I seek her heart after the way she’s made me feel, but I recognize it’s damage and wish foremost for it to be healed.

To see her heart whole and to know her smile is true, I think I could move on even whilst knowing I’d be blue.

Yet so far I have not given up, I accept what may come, but until it is clear I will not say that I am done.

I want to pursue this, to show that we could be great, I just hope the expressions of my heart when spoken will not be too late.

I tread carefully though for I know this pursuit is fragile, it’s worth every second, it’s worth waiting for a while.

For while I wait I can still come to know her more, I can fall harder, and prepare myself for what life decides to have in store.

Whatever does happen I find my peace, I just hope she finds hers, I hope her heart can find its release.

Facing Two Futures

Just because I wish to be with you does not mean It will be so, I have to be prepared for the pain of letting go.

I want you to find joy, and that may not include me, so I decloud my vision once more and force myself to see.

I look to a future where I know you no more, it hurts me at my depths reaches and cracks my core.

Yet I still want most to see you find your peace, to see you find freedom to see you be released.

You’ve had so much pain, so much strife and struggle, my feelings grow for you but still they are muddled.

My feelings are murky because I know what I want, I want to grow close, but I may be the wrong dose.

Only you can decide the medecine you need, so I have to be prepared if it’s a medecine that I can’t be.

For I know I’m not perfect, we are diffrent in many ways, and yet the more I know the more I feel we are quite the same.

I feel like we fit like a two piece puzzle, but whether that is really true is up to you and that is my struggle.

A struggle worth facing, and so I wil write, to calm my heart, and stop it from racing.

For though it races for you it may not be my place, I hope that it is, but if not that is something that I can and will face.

Strength in Declaration

I said one last time, expecting the way I feel to just end, yet here I am sitting and writing again.

I don’t know what to say just like I don’t know what to feel, I am caught in a haze unsure of what is real.

You were real, and real you stay, yet here I am losing sight of you as I reach the end of a day.

You are more than these words, more than my attraction, yet I feel I fell short, less than myself, just a fraction.

A fraction of me cant be enough, you deserve more, you deserve someone with the capacity to love.

And I don’t know if I have it in me, I’m changing and growing, but still my heart is slowing.

I want it to beat fast for the you I have come to know, but all it can do is make me feel low.

My heart fails me as I’ve fallen once again, I’m so tired of falling, I just want this fall to end.

And yet I’m refused, my wishes will not come true because every time I see you it all starts anew.

Of course a day may come where you no longer cross my path, but I can’t believe that I would truly want that.

I want you in my path, to walk with you side by side, so I’ll do what I can now to attempt to meet your stride.