| | To me,
it seems that things are falling apart.
just when you thought things were bad enough, more is to come, all around the same time, its as if someone is saying: how much more can you take? lets see how you take this one, and this one too. lets see how you can stand, or can you stand?
but to me, things never seemed so strong to begin with.
someone once told me, or just told me today, that it is when you find yourself in the toughest storms, that you come to truly realize who you are.
And for me, it has been that way. It has also brought me to realize what im truly passionate or discontent with. It has brought me to what perhaps i am willing to die for.
what do we do when we're faced with hopelessness?
we begin to hope because theres no more hope to be lost.
what do we do when we see someone else cry?
we cry with them, because in one body, their tears or our tears.
what do we do when one of us is beaten down?
we stand up, to face and fight the beating because the one down will stand again to fight with us.
Because One is not a lonely number. One to me is plural.
and we shall be One crying out in the wilderness.
when One is multiplied by Nine, it becomes Nine
when One is multiplied by a Ten, it is Ten
Nine is not nine without One, or else it is Eight
One is not lonely, One is essential.
Every One, is important.
One needs One Another,
and One will give all of One self because One has nothing else to lose, and nothing else to give but all of One self.
I refuse to be One who is silent when we find ourselves in the wilderness.
I refuse to be One who looks upon itself, while Nine and Ten need me.
and if it costs me everything,
then i will be zero.
Because Zero,
is a Hero.
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| | Posted 12/15/2008 1:53 PM - 18 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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