Life
2004-11-23 - 8:43 p.m.

Life is a car crash, a screaming mass of perfectly tuned parts destroyed because the only thing that wasn't wasn't perfectly made was the person controlling them.

Life is a party where everyone talks to everyone else, and no one says anything of note. It goes on too long, and vascilliates between being boring and moving too fast to enjoy.

Life is chaotic, a mishmash of distant friend and broken hearts. It is a broken down cathedral where memories of the past reign over dreams for the future, where the thought of yesterday's victories is enough to discourage the pursuit of new conquests.

Life is the rain, the flowers, the people. Life is all we know for sure that we will experience together. It is the only place on this astral plane where anything is sure, and, even here, there are two guarantees. Everyone who is here has been born, and everyone who has been born will die. What lies between those two landmarks, no one can really say.

Life is a journey, a chance to laugh, a chance to cry. It is a pathway almost to narrow to walk, but still to broad to fall from. Life is choices; It is God, it is you, it is me, it is the ones we love.

Life is finite, beginning and ending without exception. Life is pain, life is pleasure. Life is a work of art, where the black and greys only serve to underscore the moments of color and make them more vibrant. Life is a game, and it is a chore.

Life is pathetic; Life is beautiful.