Life or death, which one will it be?

The heart is an incredible thing.

With every beat there is a feeling.  With every pump, an emotion.  

Maybe thats why heartache is a million times worse than a headache.

Wounds to the heart run deep.  They last for years.

With every beat there is pain.  With every pump, sadness.

The muscle inside my chest causes me more pain than if I bruised and tore every other muscle in my body.

The thing keeping me alive can slowly kill me.

I can try running from it but it is pointless.

I cant run away from my own heart, if anything, the faster I run the harder it beats.

Harder and harder until all I can feel is the pounding inside of me and all I can hear is the unceasing beats thumping against my chest.

Its beating me to death.

But the heart isn't supposed to feel pain.

It is the symbol of the thing that all humans live for: love.

With every beat there is life.  With every pump, happiness.

The heart may at times cause pain but it also can supply the greatest form of joy known to man.

Its all I ever want to feel, and is why I want to live.

Love.  A life without it is as pointless as a book with no conclusion, as a beginning without an end.

The moment I feel it I'm addicted, and keep coming back for more.  And more.  And more.

I can never get enough of it.  

Its what I live for.

I spend days searching for it, and seem to forget that its all around me.

Its inside of me.

The thing keeping me alive can kill me, but it can also save me.

And its all from the heart.

The thing that can cause the most pain can bring the most joy.

So which one will it be?

Nature, Humans, and Human Nature

True beauty is yet to be touch by the hands of humans.

The way the canyon and the tress look during in October
The peace of the valley blanketed by a blanket of new snow in December
The blossoms of May and the summer sun of June.
The fall sunsets, the life of summer, the winter snow and the emerging world of spring.

Artists try to depict nature in the paintings, cameras can capture an image, but none can truly compare the beauty produced by this world.

Mother nature is an artist
The most gifted artist the world has ever or will ever see.

Nature-
That is what true beauty is
And nothing man makes can even touch it.
Strip away the material creations of man and all that is left is pure untouched beauty.

It seems the same can be said of human nature.
When uncorrupted it is pure.
When untouched by others and vain things it is as it is supposed to be.
Take away the vain and corrupted aspects of our lives and all that is left is who we truly are.
Who we are supposed to be.

What really matters...

What would it be like if we treated everyone like they were dying?

How would things be different?

How would we act?

What would really matter?

Stupid things like if someone is:

rich or poor

tall or short

strong or weak

good looking or not

smart or dumb

The list could stretch on....

these things wouldn't matter as much any more.

So, here's the newsflash for you.

We are all dying.

Well kind of, we are all going to die....and whats the difference really.

I am dying, but who knows it may take 80 years...but it will eventually happen

We are all on the same road, heading to the same destination.

We are all going to die - simple, redundant, cliché...well its true.

we are all going to die

So if we are all dying, why not treat others with the true respect they deserve?

In the grand scheme of things, does it really matter who drives the nicer car, or who can lift more weight, or who scores higher on a test?

it really doesn't 

That fact that we all will die is all that matters.

Live a life that you love, with the people you love, doing what you love.  That way when its over, even if its sooner rather than later, there aren't any regrets and coulda-woulda-shouldas.  That's what really matters.  

Treating people with the respect they deserve, that is all that matters.

Death shows that love, respect, and kindness are really all that matters.

So, let's remember what really matters.