Poking a Finger in Your Face

Dreams, hopes and goals the triunal god of fantasy. But is it really fantasy? I'm not talking about a god that you worship or idolize, but one that covets enough of your attention that it can affect the way you live your life.

But another god seeks to destroy Fantasy. The god of failure, complacency and laziness or in these terms, called Doubt. Doubt and Fantasy are the polar ends of the spectrum and even when Fantasy rules, Doubt is crouched ready to cast apphrensions upon your success until they become shadows in your mind. These two gods battle for your inner quest to achieve your place in this world. Complex or simple these things are what you do with your life. This war lasts your lifetime no matter which stage of completition you are in. If Steven Spielberg decides to give up after Indiana Jones, we would have never had Schindler's List, Saving Private Ryan, and a plethora of other movie classics. He conqueres Doubt on a daily basis so Fantasy can succeed. It would be interesting to know what types of demons, Doubt casts upon his soul.

It is revelant to me that we never give up, but the question is how we begin to tread this path of resistance. Because Doubt is there at our every turn. And then you realize it isn't a communal epthity, but a quest each much decide for themselves. Fantasy succeeds when we take each moment and cherish it for what has been given to us.

We need to shun the cloaks of our own heresy and forbid the old ways. The old ways have not been working for us! We can watch others succeed and mutter what lucky son's of bitches they are, but in all reality, Doubt has ruled our lives. And Doubt my friends enjoys sitting on your chest and poking its finger into your face. Your belief in Doubt makes you the loser, not the fact he resides in you.

And in the end it is up to me. To stand up and be accountable for my actions, my decisions and my success or failure because at my dying breath one of these two gods will have won and all I know it is not up to them to decide, but me.

cya laterz