It does interest me how the future unfolds. We expect one thing to happen, yet it never does. We expect another thing to stay within our minds, never for it see to the light of day, and yet those are the actions that come true.
How we deal with those actions afterward is the main thing. Thinking about them before hand is important. Making a decision is the next step. Most people tend to feel, and then make the decision, only to think about it afterwards. They say you should think before you act, and they are indeed right. However, each person can only discover this truth for himself/herself.
Once a decision is made, it is followed by some form of action. How you choose to react to that action is something only you can do. That is why it is important to put though into feelings before acting on them. One little thing could destroy a part of you, or take you to your own personal Heaven.
I have personally learned some of the importance of thinking before acting, and also dealing with the results. Being proud of something you've done may not be best for you and/or those around you. Once you have done something that changes your life, however, only you can choose how you will look to your future. Your decision is yours, so take responsibility, and act cautiously whenever there is doubt.
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The Mind
Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold