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open-roadWhen we are young we see things so very differently. Our eyes are not yet distorted by the sights that lie on the road ahead. Innocence blinds us to the reality. We see only in black and white. Bitter is bitter and never sweet. There are heroes and villains. Right is always right and wrong is always wrong. We speak our minds because we are not yet suppressed with guilt or the heaviness of a conscience.

As we get older things get more complicated. The campaigns of media build distorted walls of confusion. Black and white become smeared colors on a world canvas.

We find ourselves jumping to conclusions. We speak not from our minds but through our hearts. Things like passion, anger, sorrow and lust get in the way of truth and purity. Impulses push our actions. We find ourselves believing what we want to believe even if the truth is standing right before us. We blind ourselves. From the lashes of pain comes the shadows of darkness we hide within.

We are not a perfect set of circumstances. We make mistakes. Without those stumbles life would be mundane and meaningless. But we strive to better ourselves or we fail within another wasted day. We try our best to teach our children, to give them the knowledge of our own life experiences in the hopes that they will develop compassion through insight.

But the truth is, we are all running blind in a race that can not be won. Unless winning is letting go of all those things we have learned as an adult and try to once again find that bitter little pill. We can only teach our kids the lessons that we have learned through our own existences and hope that that’s enough.

There are too many people out there feeding us with fear, or hope, or life everlasting just to fuel their own greed. If there is money behind any words than those words can not be trusted. We can’t allow outside influences to shallow our thoughts. We have the capability to create original thought through human intuition and without the malice of forethought.

What I am trying to say is, sometimes I say the wrong things. I don’t mean to but it happens. Sometimes I find my actions running a course I had not chosen. Hindsight is always 20/20 but the moment is hazed with unpredictability. The best we can do is to continue to learn and grow and hope that understanding will result.

The truth is that no ones knows were we are heading on this journey. We all feel alone at times and we all feel fear towards the unknown. There are those who live for power, those who feed on money, and those who conflict pain to ease their own. We just have to teach our children that if they trust in their own heart than they will be able to see the truth in others. Life is not about living for someone else, it’s about living.

I hope I can show my children that love can be boundless, and that compassion and understanding are human traits not learned behavior. I hope to teach them that they are every bit as strong and as powerful and as rich as any man alive today or before them. And that it’s okay to make mistakes, or say the wrong thing. Perfection can be sought, but never found. And we shouldn’t want it to be. Never give anything that’s not yours to give. Never take what’s not earned. And if mourning is for the deceased, than celebration is for the heart that beats.

Put your faith in the words of no man. Everything you need to know is right there inside you. We were created with the answers already explained. Question only what’s not within.

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About paulsdahlman

Born in Southern California, raised on the road and now growing roots in New England. I am on the journey of my lifetime. May the footprints I leave behind form the words to my story.
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