my language of the soul

this is the world and how it is;

reality:

paint chips

realtionships fade

sidewalk cracks
flowers die
highways are littered

memories are forgotten

values decay

credit card numbers are stolen

color disappears

dust accumulates

and

people suffer.



but because of it,
people can rise above their trials
and look past the despair 
to accomplish things even greater
than they could have other wise.

“although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.”

-Helen Keller