Our lives are mere specks upon the shadows of the earth; we are travelers amongst the stars, if only for a brief period of time. Very few legends are passed from generations but those that are, are truly extraordinary. Not only do they keep alive a culture that may no longer exist, but they also keep alive the ideals and morals of a nation. If history is bound to repeat itself, maybe our best defense is the knowledge of the past. We are helpless to stop it, but maybe with some chance, and some fate, we will be aware of its coming.
Every war from those civil among countries, to those raged within our minds, must have two opposing sides. What is right, what is wrong? Two different viewpoints; two sides never meeting eye to eye. Is this world, and too many others, so filled with politics that we forget the simplest necessities of life? From the basic of survival…food, water, shelter…to those more secondary? Need, want…love? Is it our right as human beings to have love? Such eternal feelings that we are overwhelmed with all reasonable senses?
We are but passengers upon this world, into the heavens we soar everyday. But when we take our final breaths, does our soul have to also fight a war between two sides? Between right and wrong, good and evil, salvation or damnation? In our final moments, do the politics that have become the norm fade into happenstance? If given an eternity of questions, may we never find the answers?
Legends, wars, politics, life…love…what are they to us in our final moments?

Our lives are mere specks upon the shadows of the earth; we are travelers amongst the stars, if only for a brief period of time. If given the chance to have your dreams fulfilled with a simple yes or no question, could one always make the right choice? Are the dreams you dream, reality or fantasy?

Our lives are mere specks upon the shadows of the earth; we are travelers amongst the stars, if only for a brief period of time. Very few legends are passed from generations but those that are, are truly extraordinary. Not only do they keep alive a culture that may no longer exist, but they also keep alive the ideals and morals of a nation. If history is bound to repeat itself, maybe our best defense is the knowledge of the past. We are helpless to stop it, but maybe with some chance, and some fate, we will be aware of its coming.
Every war from those civil among countries, to those raged within our minds, must have two opposing sides. What is right, what is wrong? Two different viewpoints; two sides never meeting eye to eye. Is this world, and too many others, so filled with politics that we forget the simplest necessities of life? From the basic of survival…food, water, shelter…to those more secondary? Need, want…love? Is it our right as human beings to have love? Such eternal feelings that we are overwhelmed with all reasonable senses?
We are but passengers upon this world, into the heavens we soar everyday. But when we take our final breaths, does our soul have to also fight a war between two sides? Between right and wrong, good and evil, salvation or damnation? In our final moments, do the politics that have become the norm fade into happenstance? If given an eternity of questions, may we never find the answers?
Legends, wars, politics, life…love…what are they to us in our final moments?

Our lives are mere specks upon the shadows of the earth; we are travelers amongst the stars, if only for a brief period of time. If given the chance to have your dreams fulfilled with a simple yes or no question, could one always make the right choice? Are the dreams you dream, reality or fantasy?