My Realization

The world spins in a frantic haze to find itself in a hurry. Ice age after ice age, era after era. The world builds and falls, creates and destroys.

A child is born and as images of candy and sugar plums dance in their head, visions of what the world could be and should be dance in mine.

Wrapped in a blanket of warmth that the visions themselves represent I come to the realization that life is meant to be lived and loved.
Lived in one moment that can be infinitely small like the grains of sand that come to call this world home, or that moment can stretch as long and as vast as the universe itself.
Loved for the things that cant be lived and never let go of for fear that you would never be whole again, like the penguin, the bird that cant fly, like life played a cruel trick on you and took away the one thing you cant live without. Flight. To sore through the skies in your imagination, to be all that you can be and more.

And like a math problem being solved by a great, it comes to a solution; one answer your life just fits. It is the solution the answer and the question it is one and infinite. It is everything you are and everything you aren't.

Life =/= you

You = Life