Sometimes I wish I were not fallible, and other times I'm thankful that I am. Sometimes all I can see are the difficulties I create for myself and I want to give in, I want to give up and say that the fight is not worth it anymore, if the fight ever was worth it. Other times I can see what I could gain or create because I'm standing firm and resisting the urge to quit fighting - which is the surest way to loose the war - to loose the resolve and desire to win. To loose my passion for the cause. To forget to persist.
I don't know what the purpose of all this matter around me is, any more than I know the meaning of life, any more than I know the reason of my own life. I've got an idea that it's all about loving and being loved and learning who we are from eachother.
But who knows? Maybe it's better to waste and destroy materials and gifts, or worse still, tear eachother down and ignite anger and hate. Maybe creating division is the surest way to ensure strength. Maybe united is not the way we stand. Maybe the Dark side of the Force is the better way; the quick and easy path is not so bad after all. Yet, I remember: "Once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny," . The promise of escape is temporary, a mere remedy. It is not true as Truth, absolute and everlasting. It turns your freedom against you in ways difficult to realize, but powerful nonetheless.
"We were made to be lovers, bold in broken places..."
Love's truest definition is not a feeling, but a choice to give yourself to a cause out of humility and respect.
"...Millions of faces
are looking for a movement.
cause everything's stuck
and everything's frozen,
And nobody moves
and everyone's scared
that the motion will never come.
This is the incompletion
stuck in a line.
LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT."
~Switchfoot, Love is the Movement