Think you are a Story Teller?

Here lies the problem, here lies the solution. Here lies a moment here lies a vast array of time.

Here lies a second, here lies a minute, here lies an hour, here lies a day. Here lies a week, here lies a month. Here lies a year, here lies a decade. Here lies a century, here lies a millennium.

Here lies the big bang that started it all. Here lies the big bang that ends it all. The moment came and the moment went, like the speed of sound, you look off to your left or right, if you blink or squint, it's gone, gone forever.

Here is the vastness of space, the universe never ending. The newness of life and the emptiness of death. You open your eyes, seeing for the first time and you close your eyes after you have seen it. This moment spent in making what will become like all first.

You run away; you run towards. You get excited and you become sad. You live your joys, you live your hopes, you dream, you wish for, you want and you need. You climb up, you all down. You learn, you grow, you study, you teach, as you live you pass on to others all that you have learned and have come to know.

Here are the clouds, here is the sun shining on a bright sunny day. Here is the moon at night to light your way. Here are the things that you cherish most of all, the things you hold dear to you.

You memorize and try to remember. You seek out and find, you seek out and never find. You walk, you stand, you sit, you land on your feet. You reach and you grasp. You reap and you sow. You are hungry and you are thirsty.

You start life at birth, living in a confined spaces for many months until you arrive after escaping the confined space. The new surroundings are chilly, cold and unexpected. You shiver and you shake, not knowing what to expect. You first see after your eyes are open someone larger than you.

You hear yourself as your ears pick up on the sounds, silence is then noises and you laugh or cry or scream or are frightened. You are forming words or what you think are words. You become more and you return less. You are bathed and clothed, you are aware, and you are given though you cannot give back.

The hands that secure you are the ones that protect you. The days turn into weeks and then months. You celebrate the years with your birthdate which means you are older, growing up to become bigger and more filled with knowledge. learned and practiced, learning by trial and error.

You feel and are never sure of what you want to be. You know and are never sure what is truth or what is false. You see and you smell, you touch and you taste, learning what you like or dislike. You dress and you undress. You feed yourself and you wash yourself. You learn how to keep yourself clean and smelling nice.

You express yourself. You earn a living. You start a routine. You may marry and have children; you begin your life as the ones before you. You have good days, and you have bad days. You go from there to here, from here to there.

You find your faith tested. You find your life precious. You are given choices and make decisions. Then time flies by like a bird in flight. You are now the age the one who was there is there no more.

You are alone after being with someone for so long. You hold on until you breathe your last breath. You made friends, you made enemies, you even made friends who became enemies and enemies who became friends.

You fought you struggled you won and you lost.

You desired to be and wished you were not. You lived a life full of would of and should of and could of, some regrets, some thankful for taking chances, some never knowing what might have been.

You started jobs and stopped in the middle of the road. You looked out over the wild blue yonder, seeing the clouds and living the dream, for you whatever that dream may be or have been.

You were the same in the end as you were in the beginning. You entered this world naked so shall you return naked.

You are one of many and one of few, you are important to one and one that is worthy to one. You are human and you are just being.

You want to be a part of something; you want to be a part of nothing. You can be anyone, you can anything, you can be you.

You love and laugh. You cry tears of joy and tears of sadness. You are anger and happiness. You hug and are hugged. You are finite and live but for a moment.

You are forgotten and you are remembered. You are praised and you are scolded. You are commended and you are punished. You are the only one who knows you better than any other person, yet never better than the one who created you and made you in their own image.

You believe you are and want to know more. Seeking out a truth that you can claim and believe belongs to you. You hold onto that which you believe as it was taught to you by another who was taught to them by another before.

You never know what that is which might be what it is. You are lost and longing to find the things you were looking for from the beginning of your time that you began. You ponder and you wonder, taking chances that may never be fulfilled.

You withdraw, you are hurt and never understand the why. You hope for the best and only receive the worst or less than best.

You live for as long as you are allowed. You wish for more time to do all that you planned to do, set out to do and hope when others remember you it will be fondly, smiling faces.

You are, you were, you are soon to be chosen to move on after this journey is taken and you have done all you can honestly.

On to bigger and better, momentarily.