Photographs from my Nightmare

We base our lives on our desires and on our fears. Our other emotions seem to fall under the wing of our dsesires, which then intertwines with our fears.We've all surcum to our desires, and fallen to the knees of our fears. Desire is the name we give to the imposter that resides among our needs. Fear is the absence of logic, reason, and exceptence.

For the most part, these products seem to guide us in life. We feel we understand life, yet are hypocritical when we are given a part in situations we once sat by and watched like a movie. A movie based on the the controling products of those around us. We fear our emotions when they run wild. We fail to except that we will be depressed and disconsolate over situations that we know we've reclined, laughed about, and passed off as nothing once before. We fail to even give this a thought, therefore we begin to fear what life has in store for us in time. We fear our desires will not be given to us or will be taken from us, because we fail to except that life is more than desires. Much more.

This leads to a numbing cycle that has caused much pain in the world. The desire to have a loved one, the desire to be haerd, or even the desire for money. All of these, and much more, have walked the Earth as long as humans have. There's more we don't look into. I've seen people violently defile their own body, which whether or not was created by a "god", seems too close to perfection for anyone to selfishly disturb. Yet we do. People still fail to realize that exceptence is the main thing in leading a good life. Even without desires, we must except that problems will occur, and with enough exceptence, we can get through the period of life, with or without the situation coming to a rest.

Though there's probably much more to say, I feel my eyes growing weak for the night, so I'll leave with a few words. Desire is not a bad thing, just realize that with desire comes fear and other negative emotions. And if we ever decide to rid ourselves of desires, know something more. Without desire and with exceptence in the face of death, fear is just a myth.