Onward henceforth...

In an English accent

And their thoughts came tumbling upon them, little did they know that today was the day of their reckoning either that or just renaissance. It was a great and blue day and a little less cold than they both desired and for the time of the season, but it was a cheerful day. Unfortunately the cheerful weather which under normal circumstances these days would bring a smile to one's face these young minds were not so obliged to follow the patterns of natural life. Thoughts had come to them in a fashion of doom, which of course is not a fashion at all and this is what caused them such a worrisome state. If only we knew what to do with our future they thought to themselves. If only we had the answers and the assuredness that each day would be taken care of, and peril was not such a thing to be on our minds. They thought of the words they had heard by their parents on a regular basis, "not even the lilies in the field need worry about whether they will be watered or taken care of." This always brought such peace to them and their thoughts it was silly though and they had let go of such foolish thought. There was absolutely no way that things were just so easy that they need not worry about tomorrow. There were obligations in life, bills, work, and even a social life that they must be attentive to, and let's not forget they thought we needn't forget ourselves. No in life things are not so simple as we sit back and think on our lives. Then one wonders, who is it in life that is happiest is it the man that sits back and never worries and misses some bills is dirty on occasion and never goes out on the town, or is it the one who organizes every facet and caveat of their life paying great and ardent care to what they will do each day who they will see and what they will say. These are mysteries which may not ever be unfolded, but we think on them on occasion. Who are they you may be asking they are one mind, body and soul. They are the one's who make up the nefesh chaya. Living thing. Do not bother yourself with understanding specifically what is taking place here. This is a tool a sandbox, and breeding ground even for the spark of creativity. Where inspiration is led by desperation. Combinations aren't always so beautiful and ideal. In a life where there is great mystery and confusion our worries creep around us like a vicious plague or rabid dog. Hope happens to always be present whether we see it or not. Onward we, I press on to the next day where new life and hope surround me blue skies or gray one's it won't change what is permanent. The things which I forget just as many before me have forgotten are not gone only ready and waiting. Waiting for remembrance, for something more, for what they deserve, for just a piece of what they have given us. I'm there I see those things, I'm on the road to repayment, I'm just thankful that my job has already been completed.