A beautiful fountain of wisdom,
gained one day at a time from mistakes made
by the unknowing of things experience would bring
and by the stubborn will of iron might.
The very torrents we'd call our downfalls,
will lend its hand to our planting of more
educated guesses and wise silence when called for.
Realized potential blooms when thoughts
begin to flow in the river of time
in strings of dreams becoming actions
and enlistments of other hands have been made.
Journeys are bound together as fate would seal
the paths together in joint parallel roads,
sometimes one would bend away, only to cross again,
but still- the journey with different pathways,
different views and stays- still, it is still the same
breath of beauty that allows us to learn and grow
even in our own confusion, even in our own utter
bewilderment at our own messes made, we grow.
We learn. We Live.
Currently listening to this song:
"If today was your last day" by Nickelback