Kiss of life
I have a friend who was given the kiss of life. On such an occasion, most of the time, things are suppose to change. Not many are given the opportunity as usually we force ourselves into change. And it's a struggle. And it always is a struggle to force ourselves. To look beyond whats already there, and strive , and to battle our own inertia. And the hope of change comes with its' own price. This does not happen for the selected few. The selected people who are given a boost , the ones who are touched with kiss of life.
And the kiss, becomes a passion, a romance between the cell and its' environment. The passion makes it too easy to be in-tune with the body. In-tune with what things are supposed to be. And knowing that things can never be the same. And it should not be the same. Never like yesterday. And the kiss of life, the wonderful cancer, lives on the body, changes you to be your perfect self. Bit by bit until it becomes Stage-4.
The origin of this comes from a single occasion, or a combination of them, filled with so much struggle and pain and it floods you with emotion. It drives you crazy that your mind starts becoming like a madman. You spirit gets a resuscitation. The flash is so bright that everything else is now nothing.
Yet, these people don't know what to do. They are afraid to let go. Afraid of the unknown. Thinking that the past was and will always be better than today. Or tomorrow, or the future.
Do not fall asleep my friend. There are more people dreaming, there are more people REMming, than the ones who are awake. The ones who see the truth. The ones who live the truth. Do not stay the same. Leave us behind but pull the pack.
The umbilical cord has been cut so long ago and we struggle on our own. That kiss of life and this kiss of life are two different things. Try not to climb back in. The water has broke, the placenta is gone, and there is no more life support for you.
Remember that the first kiss of life before has now made you walk, from whence you used to turn and crawled.
And the kiss, becomes a passion, a romance between the cell and its' environment. The passion makes it too easy to be in-tune with the body. In-tune with what things are supposed to be. And knowing that things can never be the same. And it should not be the same. Never like yesterday. And the kiss of life, the wonderful cancer, lives on the body, changes you to be your perfect self. Bit by bit until it becomes Stage-4.
The origin of this comes from a single occasion, or a combination of them, filled with so much struggle and pain and it floods you with emotion. It drives you crazy that your mind starts becoming like a madman. You spirit gets a resuscitation. The flash is so bright that everything else is now nothing.
Yet, these people don't know what to do. They are afraid to let go. Afraid of the unknown. Thinking that the past was and will always be better than today. Or tomorrow, or the future.
Do not fall asleep my friend. There are more people dreaming, there are more people REMming, than the ones who are awake. The ones who see the truth. The ones who live the truth. Do not stay the same. Leave us behind but pull the pack.
The umbilical cord has been cut so long ago and we struggle on our own. That kiss of life and this kiss of life are two different things. Try not to climb back in. The water has broke, the placenta is gone, and there is no more life support for you.
Remember that the first kiss of life before has now made you walk, from whence you used to turn and crawled.
