Tunnel Vision

There are times in my life when things get especially hard, when the weight of the world crushes down on my shoulders, back and chest. When it gets hard to swallow and the tears threaten to break forth. When the world outside is cold and unforgiving. Now, feels like one of those times. It’s a time when I can no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. When the tunnel is just a tunnel and the tunnel is never ending.

But, I find that surrounding myself with things that bring their own light to my life, then I at least have a flashlight to guide me within the tunnel. One that shines on the dark spaces and reveals them for what they really are. Simply cracked, grey concrete.

The idea to break through with force and with rage is appealing. But it’s not the only way. I’ve found that if I keep enough battery in the flashlight, if I keep feeding it with the little things that I love, I will eventually find my way out of this tunnel and into the sunshine. To feel the wind on my face or the spray of the sea.

Because I know it’s waiting for me to reach it and to tell me that this, too, shall pass, eventually. So I’m taking the steps to get there, one at a time, flashlight in hand.

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I Can Give You Anything But Love

I can give you the world

In all its messy pieces

I can give you the sky

In all its stormy clouds

I can give you the earth

In all its mud stained prints

I can give you this land

In all its war torn cries

I can give you the people

In all their tear stained faces

I can give you the mountains

With their many peaks to climb

I can give you the rip tide

With its exuberant crashing waves

I can give you the world outside

With its walls that are tumbling down

I can give you Sainthood

In all its sinful glory

I can give you peace

In a world that’s crashing in

I can give you these words

In all their double meaning

I can give you this moment

To speak to the heavens above

But I’m here to heed this warning

I can give you anything but love

Life Holds Death’s Hand

I know there are a lot of people out there who do not care or who do not understand why our society takes so much pride in celebrity culture. Why so many people want to be like their famous idol or why we even care what they have had for breakfast one morning. Some people also don’t understand why people take so much pride and care so much about a person who they do not even know and who they will most likely never meet.

But there is one thing that all people can understand. Celebrities are people too and like all people, they die in unexplainable and incomprehensible ways. These deaths are the ones talked about around the world. The ones that reach thousands of people within seconds. Yes, it’s true that we may have never met them or we may not have seen all of their contributions to film, television, music, etc. they still lived a life worth mentioning. Whether they died from natural causes, from drug or alchohol abuse, in an unexplained accident, it’s important to take a moment, to sit back and think.

To think about their lives and your own. About how precious life really is. Every time I hear about a celebrity dying I am reminded, once again, that we are not invincible. There are things that can hurt us and there are things that may one day end our lives. I go through a day to day routine and I don’t really think about death. Sure it’s always there in the back of my mind, but I don’t really think about it until someone or something forces me back into reality.

Today, I was reminded that death walks hand in hand with life. In fact, they live right next door to each other. One cannot exist without the other. They have a cohesiveness that us mere mortals cannot hope to understand. They follow each other each and every day. And one day they will finally meet in the middle. Shake each others hands. Their independence depends upon the other. We cannot escape either one. We can only hope to come to terms with the fact that each passing minute, each day we are here on this earth, is one to cherish and to not take for granted.

R.I.P Paul Walker and all of those who have left this earth. Each and every one of you were the light reaching through the dark. You may never truly know just how much your existence has brightened our own.

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