To Truly Live

To live, not exist.

To live with a daring heart, wounded and strong, unreserved and unhindered by fear. Such a gift could not be bought with all the gold in the world.

But it can be found… Where are you, O Heart, O Life? But you are not far away, are you? You reside beyond a deep wood, past a dark way, through fire and pain.

This is a terrible cup, but terrible to the timid. There is no finer drink that could tear ones soul apart like courage, and none to give such great flight on the silvery wings of hope.

But I am a cold soul, thirsty, ravenous, unyielding. I am insane with desire, to love, to live, to break free and know those silvery wings by which I may finally be free, and look out into the endless ocean of stars, to be struck by the everlasting, and never be the same again.