To be or not to be chosen??

Romantic fancies about becoming the One that is the center of another's whole world, that certain someone that defines the life of another and brings the rest of the hard pressed, frantic, and neurotic pace of daily life and puts all of it in perspective so that it makes sense when their around is the very type of person many of us dream about and few of us ever find.  I know that is a pessimistic statement, but one of the setbacks to living a value of never lying to myself, is that I often torture the hell out of my optimism while promoting my realistic understanding of reality as I have experienced it and that always burns my hopes more than steadies my position.

I believe in loving someone until the hellish

quagmire of confusion brings a change of events in the otherwise retinue of regular routine and allows the impossible options to become the fool-hearty journey of a lifetime and the only choice crazy enough to ever prove the dream is still in motion and viable for the future. This is the determined course of a lover who earnestly bets on the only one desperate enough to accomplish the tasks necessary for the rarest treasures to be in existence the rare opportunity of renewing the passion that made it so valuable in days of the first loves glimpse.  It's a peek into the past while still trudging the long passage to the future and it allows a memory to recall that all this is for a reason and such reasons promote wisdom to be applied in our current view of another possibility that if acted upon in like passions would bring about a needed counter-part able to distill the antidote for negativity and pessimistic paradigms jaded by the sands of time.

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My dreams find their home in the rich tapestry of imagination and an unprecedented ability to perceive possibilities that seem to have no regard for the basic restrictions and laws that most consider as roadblocks to being a successful outcome.  This is about achieving dreams and we must accept a certain amount of risk to be able to strive in the venture for those once in a lifetime opportunity that require we face the fear in us, the need in our neighbor, and the hatred in our enemy and choose to risk the dream itself for that chance to bring it into the reality that we will call home in the successful accomplishment of what should have been the end of another broken spirit.

Finding such a person is difficult and realizing that we are the very hope we need to believe in ourselves is the hardest claim to cling to when the last vestige of reasonable doubt has been removed and the only headline to caption the moment is "the faith once claimed by millions to be the answer is now nothing more than the insistence of the one man left to refuse to accept that what he sees is real."  This is the final hour of the act, and then.....pause....a brief review of the past and a simple recalculation, ahh, no one cast the roles for the needed savior this time, hmmm, and then the director remembers never having any rehearsals, and now were live and no main character for the plot which seems to be a necessary role for the supporting cast and co-star.....fuck!!  Well, I guess we will send out the co-star and let him ad-lib for the remainder of the performance and hope he has some idea of bringing this all together. 

I recently lived through just such an experience and I found myself caring on as if I knew exactly how this needed to be brought to a temporary close so as to set up a much needed repose for those involved while allowing the audience to draw the conclusion that the greatest story ever told has just been rewritten with a mysterious cliffhanger leaving them to wonder and worry about the very sanctity of all that is foundation to mankind and how I have just brought the cultures of time to a cataclysmic event that must be the final verdict of destiny upon the criminal cast of characters for leaving no hope and removing the ability to trust that love never fails from the heart of the fallen.

This overly dramatic rendition of the need for salvations grace in a hopeless situation is the spear of destiny for the believer who finds that sometimes this world leaves no opportunity for the dreamer anymore and when the unscripted performance is revued the people are forced to ask themselves, "did we just witness a testament to the neurotic plot:  "everything we believe is wrong?"

Oops!  Did I say that?  Well, yeah, I think I did...must be because I believe in that....oops, I guess not everything I believe isn't wrong it's just your beliefs that stink and need to be set aside so that these laws and rules that place burdens on our often gifted yet fragile savants are proving to be not the end of civilization but the end of becoming new through experience that comes from stepping into an idea simply because the time allotted had not yet expired and the space needed to be filled.  That is generic enough to apply to yourself I hope and enigmatic enough to not spell out my particular experience while yet vain enough to expose my narcissism and while still announcing if you force me to play the Jesus role, I get it done without dying, because I look at more options!

I am awaiting a person to be the One I need in my life, and I spent much of my lifetime testing the waters and finding that no one thought of me as worthy.  Then I learned that just because I know I need to be chosen for my esteem to find it's perfect balance in myself and my wife, it is the choice itself that revealed the greatest obsticles for success, first, there was a rule that needed to be removed, second a belief that control should never be surrendered needed to be challenged, third, a value that best way to help someone come to accept a truth about something is to lie, manipulate and force them down paths that they are not able to survive let alone come away knowing the facts and having any different point of view towards their condemned faith in a plan, and finally the exposure of the once thought greatest of all idiots for their perceived actions bring to light and attention that what we often conclude isn't always what is real, what is fake, what is happening, why were involved, and why are so many people involved?  These questions were only ever being investigated by the idiot that never expected to find truth in the act at all until he changed it and wrote a new ending, that allowed for a new beginning thus allowing more setup time, new material, new characters, and most of all new life for the story.  It became the death of the old and the life of the new and now the transition of the dreams for the must happen to begin...

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