Jack was a boy who knew what he wanted. He wanted to go in the house that was haunted. He’d heard the stories of ghosts in the attic. And was afraid that without adventure his life had become rather static. His parents had warned him about that house from a young age. They said: ‘A war on your soul, that house will wage.’ But Jack as he was, being young and naïve. His parents, Jack, did not want to believe. Of course he thought he knew what was best. And he planned to live his life to the fullest, and forget the rest.
So one time in the middle of the night, he managed to overcome his fears and sidestep his fright. He crossed the lawn in front of his house, being sure to make no more sound than a mouse. He reached the stoop of the house that was haunted, and realized that adventure was what he had wanted. He opened the wooden front door with a creak, and realized that his dull future was no longer looking so bleak. He took a step inside the large cobwebbed foyer, and no longer wanted to follow his father’s advice becoming a lawyer. He wanted to go out and discover many a new thing, and realize all the joy that adventure can bring.
Up the old wooden staircase he walked, in pursuit of something he could not see, he stalked. He reached the top of the rickety, worn-down stairs. And suddenly, he found a world without cares. Breathing in deep he looked around the space, with a mixture of fear and anticipation on his face. He took a few steps forward and the floorboards groaned; inside his body, his soul had moaned.
So excited to be on an adventure, his soul found a joy his heart could not measure. As he walked forward down the hall, he could hear something giving his first name a call: “Jaaack. Jaaack.” The voice sounded ominous and light, as if it were weak and trying with might. It sounded as if it were coming from above him. His attention, the voice, was trying to win.
So a way to the attic, he was now trying to find. The potential consequences to his actions, he did not seem to mind. A drawstring in the ceiling he found, that pulled on a plank, and a staircase came down. Up the narrow steps he went, and right then the ghost was sent. Far into the depths of Jack’s soul, so that when it came out, it left only a hole. Jack could barely feel what had just been done, but he knew deep inside him, that the devil had won.
Jack went back to the world feeling a void, and forever feeling just slightly annoyed. For now he knew he had done something he shouldn’t, but resist the temptation, he just couldn’t. For the rest of his life he rued the day, he descended into the evil he thought was okay. He fell into a life he thought he could miss, but he failed to listen to his screaming moral compass.
He’d gone on to have children and married a wife, but a void he still carried for the rest of his life. Occasionally he’d forget the void was still there, but even when he didn’t, his soul felt so bare. So he’ll tell you this story if you give him some drink, and it will always make you stop, wonder and think: “Where have I gone where I should not have? What have I tried to reach, strangle and grab? Where have I left pieces of my soul? Where have I become much less than whole? At what place had I become lost? Where have I stopped to finally pay the cost? For my past actions in life will always catch up. And at some point I must learn to stop. Stop doing the things I know that I shouldn’t. Even though I’d thought for sure that I couldn’t.” Because your moral compass will not lead you astray, and only you, can truly find your way.
I want what I have not
I figured I’d give it a shot
This life of ease
I asked nicely and said please
But still she wouldn’t give me contentment
And so out the door I went
Looking for it elsewhere
And then life gave me a scare
So back I came
And there she was just the same
Patiently waiting for me
And this before I couldn’t see
But now I know
That the universe is just as so.
Be patient with people. People are dying just to be listened to. Be one of the few people who truly listens to others. Positive change happens with one person at a time; it can never be more than that.
The day I learned to smile at my mind
As if listening to the wind,
Is the day I learned I’d be fine
If I’d only listen and be kind.
The heavens above
Send down their love
In the form of many a sign
That we so often turn to blind,
But it’s when we open our eyes
That we realize
How beautiful the world can be.
The maxim “Give yourself to God” has gotten me thinking.
If there really were an omnipotent all-intelligent being who created this planet, the wonders of nature, and every single human being, do you really think we would have a choice as to whether or not we give ourselves to him?
If we were able to understand something with that much power, it probably wouldn’t be all that powerful after all.
The heavens above
Know nothing but love.
We have gone astray
When we lost our way.
But we can re-find our track
As soon as we look back
And realize that lost we never were
We just needed to pick our heads up to find the cure.
This life can be so hard
But you can go so far
If you learn to focus on the good
And do everything you should
One day I wake up ecstatic
The next dramatic
With patience bear these changes
This is how your life arranges
Don’t fret when things don’t go your way
Nothings here to stay
Towards higher life we evolve
But still your problems never will solve
Accept where you are
Otherwise face the scar
That comes from self-hate