When you reach the fall of your days and look upon the collective works
of your life, will you see passion? Honesty? A sense of purpose? A reason?
Will you see any depth in anything that you have taken the time to
create? Or will you only see the shallow regret in the things that you did not?
Will your discoveries inspire others to live with a sense of purpose?
Will all these many creations help those lost souls through the black
and white to the color of the universal truths? Will any of these creations
help you through as well?
Will you find value in a single moment or in the collective of your
works?
Will you know that you have led others to a dark place, or through one?
Did you heal through your works, and did you grow beyond the false ego
of the common fearful man?
Did you learn to listen to only your one-self?
Did you learn to celebrate this holy reality and this holy experience
properly?
When the winter starts to run through your veins, will you look back upon
a life honored by creating the images of your heart and mind, and of your soul
and spirit?
When the seasons change for the last time, will you smile knowing that
what you left behind might save or set another free; so that they might embrace
this moment and remember that we are
eternal.
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