Joy is a fleeting emotion. It passes us by swift as the winds of fate. With the passage of time, it will fade along with the dim silence of each passing daybreak.
When it is all but gone, that is when the heart begins to weep. When all has come to pass and all that's left is silence. That is when the heart is driven to tears. The eyes begin to well, a mirror to its silent cries of pain. Silent cries of pain. That is a mark of peace.
Within sadness, lay the path to peace. Loss, is the only way to achive emptiness. A man who chases after joy, is nothing more than a blind beggar.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
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