Chronicles

Our abilities are limited

In the end this world has more suffering than we could ever hope to sooth.

We can only give words and hearts

Hope that they gain the strength to carry on

Hope that they can walk one day too and lift another

Prehaps one day there will be peace but I must  admit

Its not today.

T_T

All the suffering in this world I see.

But I am just one man

How foolish it seems to consider what I can do.

A ant next to a mountain.

Yet I know

I know.

I am stronger than I can see.

I have walked over paths of broken bones.

I have stared into the heart of abyss and not lost my mind.

I have broken minds with words alone.

And I know I can do nothing next to nothing against this towering abyss.

Because I am but one ant.

Prehaps with others that mountain could be moved ,but I must  admit

Its not today.

T_T

In one is the strength to move mountains.

But he does not move them allone.

It is words that shape the world both within and without.

What am I freed of them?

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Nothing.

Less than nothing.

Because at least nothing exists to begin with.

What is a man but his hand on another shoulder.

What is purpose and existence without a goal but a sentence without words.

Is this not the Universe?