The ReView

We have had this discussion before; you and I. We've gone through the motions, and arguments and witty dialogue thousands of times over. But the magic is in the fresh feeling it carries every time. As if every time we used the same words in the same orders we've forgotten we have already done so. Despite our souls know better. They send us signals, and clues, Deja Vu's, to help us clear up the repetitive monotony that we forget whenever we start over.

We live moment to moment, attempting to soak in that second's meanings. And once we've drained it of its contextual, potential use we move on to the next second and next second. Then, with all of this data we've collect we group things into terms called minutes, and hours, and moments, and periods, eras, years, stories. And once we have finished categorized them into human ideas we leave them be in the giant shelves of our minds where most tend to get lost, fall, break or disappear entirely.

What if we didn't live moment for moment? What if there are periods in our life that if we don't get the right idea, or the right conclusion that we were supposed to gather from that moment, we forget it all and start the entire week over? Essentially we repeat time, time and time again, until we get it right. But we could never remember all times we tried before. We only remember the time we got it right.

It would shed new light on the meaning of fate, and free will. The idea of optimism and pessimism. If we had infinite chances to do things our own way, in order to reach a desired goal? That's free will within a fated system. And if every single event in your life, including the ones that were considered bad or negative, were the correct and appropriate outcomes for that time period? I feel like it'd be much easier to overcome your past and set hold onto your future.

Cause if this be the truth. Who knows how long you might take?

-Taylor J. Pridgen


The Destiny

Alone I stand in the middle of the living room surrounded by cold air lonely and abandoned by the world once awake. I watch myself sleep in silence. Unaware of the lingering hours that slowly pass through me as I am motionless within my self. The darkness overwhelms the setting of sense and creates an unused space. Void of life, movement or use. A closed space. A dead space.
How can we ever see this empty world when it only exists when we are most unaware? A counterfeit opposite made up of reality and habitual memories.

The metaphorical anti-day lingers and loiters. Here dreams are shaped into fantasies and broken down to hopes and desires. The factory for destiny occurs when we absently invite it. We all have desires and dreams to live out and what better place to create them when allowing the mind to process and create. Despite its consistent problem-solving.

Where do we go when we sleep? We know where our bodies are, but where do we go? As if the only true break and rest from life is a rest from reality itself. We find new ways to counter act the impossible. To fulfill every natural human desire to be great, and break the rules, fly and to simple be happy.
Maybe that's why we have dream relationships, dream jobs, dream cars. These are the things that we wish to have to make ourselves a little happier. Our dreams are our only goals. And we have an overwhelming desire to merge our reality and our dreams and live our dreams. We add "Dream" to our desires for a reason.

We all waste that time alone during the silent nights. Time that could otherwise be spent in pursue of whatever we may be reaching for. But without those eventful nights, inspiring happenings, our simply reflective moments, how would we know what to reach for?

In the head of at least one destiny-bound boy in a bed, there's still so much to do.

-Taylor J. Pridgen