Peace

Something old, something new.

I
sit. 

I
sit and watch.

I
watch people. 

I
watch plants and animals. 

I
feel.

I
feel warmth. 

I
feel and sense of completion.

Knowing
that I am a part of a larger concept.

I
feel the need to move, to walk, to talk, and become more of a part. 

To
walk where I do not know. 

It
doesn't matter.

As
long as I move I see things I have never seen. 

That
haven't experienced.

To
talk, to communicate my thoughts-the way I feel. 

To
talk is universal, you don't have to know the same language, you can
communicate with signs, symbols, noises and gestures, expressions and
words. 

To
talk is to learn, from people unlike yourself, to share experiences
that differ from your own. 

But
before I can watch, feel, walk and talk, I need to know
something-something about me.

I
need to journey to the last great undiscovered place. 

Myself,
my mind, my being.

I
can go anywhere and everywhere and have nothing but memories. 

What
do I have to show for them? 

Experience,
if you could call that proof. 

Is
what I see really there? 

Is
what I see what everyone else sees?

It
can’t be, that makes no sense. 

We
all grow up differently, we all have different ways of 'talking' and
'watching'.

It
can’t be the same.

I
see cats as majestic and others see them as vile creatures.

There.

That
proves my point.

We
don't all see the same, but should we?

Should
we be unbiased? 

No
matter how we are treated? 

Unbiased
about what? 

Everything?

Or
just something’s?

What
is seen to be convenient? 

Or
what about what you think.

I
don't think like you. 

You
don't think like me. 

Why
is that?

Our
experiences, our parents, how much sleep we get per night. 

Who
is to say what is definitive? 

Definitively
right or wrong?

I
think we instinctively know what is but the less we do right the more
inclined we are to wrong.

But
should I know when I'm right-or should that choice be in the hands of
others?

Ones
who aren't the same as me.

Ones
who don't watch, feel or know. 

Should
I move? 

If
I move, what is there to discover? 

Everything.

What
is everything-i do not know. 

Its
everything I haven't seen, felt or heard. 

I
cannot specify what I do not know, what I cannot fathom. 

This
choice I have. 

You
have it too. 

Whether
to take action. 

But
do I sit here? 

What
if I choose to sit and learn later of what I've missed out on? 

This
is my choice.

This
is my crossroads, my fork in the path. 

Both
paths shine so brightly. I know I will face challenges.

I
know there will be times where I fail.

I
cannot go back in time.

I
cannot change my decisions.

I
must stick fast to my hope. 

Hope
that I will make the right decision.

I
will have no regrets. 

This
is my life. 

I
will live it. 

That
is my choice. 

No
one can take that away. 

No
one. 

I
will fight.

I
will have no regrets. 

I
never will.

I
sit. 

I
sit and watch. 

I
feel. I know

I
have my choice. 

I
will take it.

Pour L'amour