Life is Made up Of Phases and Phrases

My past way of thinking use to appeal to life seen as a tragedy. 'Because a tragedy is far more intriguing than a happy ending,' I would mentally say. But what if we rid of the thirst of drama, a call for such attention. What if we saw life as a poem, full of feeling, weaving in and out in a rhythmic glide. All sentences have potential to be turned into a magical phrase, one that lives higher among the clouds. We are who we are and if we act by our own terms, we will attract the attention that was meant to be attracted naturally. We will become glorified without caring.

There was always something in confusion that I liked than in sureness. Confusion, a majority of the time, weighs possibilities with a mind that is wide enough. Confusion provokes curiosity, sureness is unmovable, only seeing things from that stance-it still can be moved with enough energy though. Sureness is a statement, hesitation is some kind of beauty.

Maybe this makes sense, maybe it doesn't. Maybe for only a moment, a glimpse. Perhaps it made your mind create it's own concept on a relative term. Maybe that was the point.