I listen to the sound of possibilities. A possibility sounds something like a diverse assortment of different things. The noise things make brings me to a place of enjoyment and takes me back to a time when things seemed much more cut and dry. Today things seem much more complicated and confusing.The sounds of things from my childhood can make me feel like things have regressed back to the time of ease of thought and less chaotic beliefs of the world and it's current state. To forget all that I have learned would bring me to a state of simplistic existence but alas my knowledge is permanent and will remain for all of my days. To forget would bring bliss but also an ignorance of extremity that could only cause bewilderment. To be bewildered is to be confused or uncertain and this is best to be avoided. If you wish to avoid confusion look for the answers to all that leaves you with a curiosity of appeal and a question of complexity. There is no way you could ever solve all thee agonizing questions that plague your own mind. This alone can bring extreme mental unrest and will cause some people to constantly search for the answers throughout their entire life.

There wasn't any chance of survival. Death was imminant and I was looking at the for front of a new beginning. Excitement coursed through my mind and I felt rejuvinated with a vigor I hadn't felt in all of my years. As I passed through the realm of the living to the realm of the deceased I realized I was still alive. There was something there but it wasn't the world I was used to. I looked upon the new world as if it was going to be something that would last but it was not to be. Everything went black and then there was a bright light. I awoke in a place that was unrecognizable. There where beings there but they weren't human. I soon realized I was one of them. I had taken on a new cellestial body and a new persona. I know longer even felt like myself. I knew who I was but I didn't even think the same. My thoughts came diffrently but they where still understandable. It wasn't a new language that made them seem foreighn but it was the fact that I would think them at all.  In my former life I never thought like this and I had completely diffrent feelings about those thoughts. What was this and what had I become. A new persona a new body and an entirely new life. I couldn't wait to get started to see what adventures would be bestowed upon me throughout.

Everyday I come to the same conclusion. The harder you try the faster you die. The faster you die the sooner you go and when you look back at life you'll wander the road that you took and wonder the why as to why you went the way that you did. As I wander the road I look forward with anticipation and look back with remorse. Never again the same mistakes will I make is always in my mind and all the time in my mind I look to the future. As I make the past the distant past and and struggle to make the future the destination I want it to be. My struggles are real but they seem pointless for in the end the destination is always the same. As it grows nearer I wonder what the final destination will be. How long will it be before I reach it and what consequences will be bestowed upon me for the life that I've lead.