Everyday I Tell Myself This

Everyday I tell myself this:

The more pain you go through, the brighter the end of the tunnel. The more misery you go through, the more you'll learn to appreciate the good times. The more bitterness in your life, the saltier you will get.

But can I live with this in mind? Everyday I question my existence. But who doesn't? Everyday I tell myself, you're here because you're here. But am I? Everyday I try to be as happy as possible. But is that really what I feel?

I start to think my feelings are blatant liars. But they can't be, can they? I start to think I'm getting a little inhuman. Does that mean I'm getting 'aliened'? I start to sing with all my heart. But is my heart really singing? How do you tell me? How do I find out?

There has been periods of loneliness. But everyone goes through it, don't they? There has been periods of misfortune. It can't be a bad roll all the time. There has been periods when I'm so confused, and lead others in my path. As they walk down the crooked road, I start to feel the guilt, that they should be spared the pain.

But yet again I found that light, a shining glimmer of hope. It stands out in the open crying, 'come to me and you'll cope'. And miraculously I follow the path, in my hypocrite mind, I see a blinding light, more and more I'm touched.

I'm not alone I know that too, people gone through that same cue. But am I ready yet? I don't know. All that's ready is my soul. But minds alike we share the same. The feelings of scientific gain. Must we, should we, is there something, we should be learning from this yearning?

Yes, there is, as long as you accept. Soon I hope, it's not too late yet.

It's waiting for you, shining it's light. Don't let it down. Don't be blind.

And now, everyday, I tell myself this:

Thank you for everything, thank you for you. And in it's wake I start to love again.