Sometimes We all Feel a Bit Unsure

When unsure of something, it's easy to become frustrated.
When frustrated, assumptions begin to form.
Assumptions fueled by confusion and frustration are almost always negative.
As the mind fills with negativity, the heart grows heavy.
When the heart becomes too heavy, hope begins to dwindle.
Once the last shred of hope dissipates, the drive to care fades.
Once there is no reason to care, the mind becomes jaded.
Once jaded, the mind severs it's connection to the heart.
As the mind is freed from emotional persuasion, the heart can no longer assume.
Since the heart can no longer assume, the mind begins to reason.
Through reason, the answer begins to form.
As the answer becomes clear, the frustration dissipates.
When frustrated no more, the answer can be embraced.
After embracing the answer, the reason for being unsure is exposed:
The answer was known from the start, but the mind became blinded by the heart.

The morosely comical thing is that although the heart blinded the mind, it is ultimately the only thing that will allow the truth to be seen once broken and battered enough. As we blind ourselves to the answers we already know in an attempt to keep from being wounded, we unknowingly begin the process of hurting ourselves until the blindfold upon the mind is finally lifted. The heart cannot protect the mind, nor the mind the heart. The only way to truly come away unscathed is to stop attempting to find reasons for why something is and just accept the fact that it is. Pondering upon the things you cannot change does nothing but break you down and turn you into a bitter person that will always be searching for an answer to something that does not exist. When unsure in life, the best thing to do is to leave what you want out of the equation and embrace what is. Once this can be accomplished, you will never be left unsatisfied again.

-Kyle

Putting the Pieces Together

He sits there, precariously edging towards the abandonment of his own mind.

Striving for the subjective rights, while attempting to stray from the universal wrongs.

Looking back within his mind reveals a boy from the past clinging on to the present.

All but beginning to question who he was, who he is, and who he will become.

Luminescent bulbs flickering on and off as to say he isn’t wholly safe here.

Not quite afraid of the change of scenery, but petrified of the change of minds.

A faux pas between close friends leading to a fatal doubt permeating from inside out.

Past times seeming like separate lifetimes, memories too surreal to forget.

A pitiful union of heart and mind progressively worsening while trudging onward.

Standing upon the foundation of a childlike mindset amidst the ghastly horrors abound.

The ideals being pursued so convoluted, he questions what it is he even seeks.  

Longing notions of amour digging at his pride like tiny splinters buried deep within the skin.

He talks about change as inevitable, his heart shuttering incredulously at the thought.

Brutal contest between a child and a man leaves behind a tattered and torn psyche.

The boy has claimed many victories in battle, the man positioning himself to win the war.

The crippling weakness subsides as the terms of surrender are delegated.

The man has won, but is still willing to give the boy one last chance at redemption.

Coexistence is ideal, although accomplishing such a task seeming a mere pipe dream.

Signing the mental treatise, the boy begins to vanish with a look of grave disdain.

The reflection in the mirror no longer that of a boy, but a man of confidence.

Moving out of the shadows, he is finally ready to take a stand.

No more side steps to avoid conflict, his eyes reflecting the change of heart.

Simultaneously breaking down the barriers while repairing bridges burned.

Born anew, he walks to the doorstep of his blossoming hopes of love once more.