something to think about

I guess there isn't really anything that's certian in this world or the next. Not even death is certian, those in mourning who wish to die, find that they don't even have enough strength to die and those fighting for a chance to live lose it. It's not really fair either, is it? All of us, apparently, live for something. Me, I live because I'm looking for something, and like everything else, I'm not sure, but then again, what is anyone ever really sure of? Love? Is it anything but a lost emotion, a link to a hidden past we can't find, a happy ending in a fairy tale to sooth a child as they dream. What is love other than the begining of a heart break? We think animals incapable of love, to kill for survival, to feed their young. And there's us, more intelligent, with morals and feelings we watch as others main and end the lives as those around us, we venture to call these animals beasts. Our hearts, like silence, so easily broken, with only a word. Yet hearts are made whole again with he fleeting glance of a stranger who happens to catch our eye, can we call that love? We raise our children in a world of startling brutality, and I guess we can't really call them children for to long, innocence being stolen by the reckless acts of others, forcing them to grow up at a pace they shouldn't grow at. Our faith is forsaken fo science, who are we to believe in what we can't prove? First impression are nothing, with layers of intruige and treachery waiting to be revieled. In this world power is limitless, and the powerfull have no limits, no price is to high. It's not just me though, we're all searching for something, maybe forgotten in our shadows. Looking for something we tossed away in a useless attempt to find what we're looking for. We search for glory and as we bask in our regret we realise, what we're looking for is what we left behind.