More than Real

      To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation…Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another’s sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast thing.
     So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
    Wherever I go in the world people ask me “Do aliens exist?” It’s a good question because it cuts to the heart of how we see our place in the Universe. Are we alone in our small round blue ball? I think probably not,  because of one fact: The Universe is BIG.. Really big. Our planet is just one of eight in orbit around our sun, which itself is hardly special being one of about 200 billion stars in a vast spiral, our galaxy the Milky Way. So big sometimes I find it hard to comprehend, but even the Milky Way is just a tiny drop in the Cosmic ocean. Just one of 100 billion galaxies, formed into an enormous web stretching away in all directions. At this scale, each point of light is an entire galaxy, which not only puts our little world in perspective but also makes it difficult to believe we really are alone. So to my mathematical brain.. the numbers alone make thinking about aliens perfectly perfectly rational.

    Sooo, Can I stay in here until the time come to pick me up with him? Oh Nooo! I have to go, I have to go. Run the world, to open my eyes with new glory. Without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for life, Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you.
Andddd now I run for I don't know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. I just wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. "Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next"