To Insanities Better Half,

            Waking up is an everyday battle, but somehow when I wake up I still tell god I’m grateful to be alive. They always told me you open doors with a smile. That is the simple part, choosing the door is the ultimate challenge. Every life faces a desperate moment; will you choose to move forward, courageously with grace? Will you look fear in the face without hesitation, or will you live your life terrified of the wrong door? An implication of any form of vulnerability is the wrong step, two steps back and you’ll find strength, while standing on the yellow brick road. Through the prism spectrum the can be seen as vivid or umber inspiration. Hypothetically speaking, if we found our way somewhere over the rainbow, what would we request of oz? I would request to be the change which we all wish to see in this world. The yellow brick road exists, as does the pot of gold yearned for at the end of the rainbow, both of which are a matter of self perception. We are our own worst enemy, with endurance our battle ship cannot go incognito. So why do we spend days on end dwelling on trauma, that has the ability to be reversed into beauty? Times wasted cannot be retrieved, only appreciated. So even in the lowest desperation, we can choose to reconstruct burnt bridges to refrain from ending up in a body of water, lacking the ability to swim, or we can choose to remain karma tic arsonists. Each door is an ultimatum of happiness or misery. The word misery seems so fatal, so horrible, so stereo typed. Misery lies within the people you’d least expect it. Happiness is a choice, and it is most defiantly the hardest door to unlock. All people search vigorously to possess the keys to ever lasting happiness, some never find it. Acquiring entry to this door lies within selfless living and honesty. The successful, the wealthy, and the status quo. Spend most of their days wasting their thoughts thinking, what if? They wonder if they had done things different, if they might be at peace, then they can finally stop thinking about the people they’ve hurt, the bridges they’ve burnt, the love that they lost, the pain that they’ve found. You wonder it, I wonder it, and we can’t help it. Recollection is necessary; our regrets build our positive eternity. The ability to do for the greater good, for everyone who surrounds you, those you don’t know, for our blessed earth, is the door to happiness for yourself. As I walk fearless with my head high on the ever so vivid yellow brick road, I will bring you along, those of us who are impaired, I will invite the lost, and even the agro are welcome. Together we will ask Oz to grant us just one wish, to be the change which we all wish to see in this world. In Emerald city we will leave our inhibitions, negative self reflections, and wasteful worries.

We will leave as one