Much of life is conjecture and theory. We take for granted what should be a query. Like whether it's more beautiful or wise To look into a sunrise or a lover's eyes.
We look at the wrong things for security. Always wanting life to consist of certainty. Thinking of these things as simple as purity, But being unable to see beyond life's obscurity.
This insecurity is a killer of what is beautiful. It makes it harder to live life for what is wonderful. This fear that plagues us makes us hate the unknown. It's hard to boldly push beyond what's been shown.
Human attraction is something we need returned, Life has taught us the fear that we have learned. The fear that sometimes love won't be returned Is often joined with the inability for it to be discerned.
We must learn to live the life of not knowing, Looking for the reasons behind whatever is showing. And to let go of those things that we cannot know That's how life is best lived in its simple roll.
(c) July 16, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along