There's something unfathomably unique about every person's eyes. It is a most indescribable truth; it simply is as a tree stands or as the wind blows.. as clouds float and birds fly. When one unique pair of eyes looks upon the wild, growing, untamed earth there is never a limit to what one can see.
And someday they, too, will be a bird, a tree, a cloud, the wind. As they have been countless times previous. And just as everything becomes everything, so too do the seasons change and one day you wake up to find that summer has suddenly changed to fall.. the transition being so natural and so gradual that you could not have realized until the winds blew in the nostalgic smells of childhood, of running and playing in leaves, and firewood burning and apples growing riper.
And so too do our hearts change - we worry and talk to ourselves frantically over one little thing and then we find we cannot even remember what the damn issue was. And we realize how many paths there are in our forest; for life in not a path, it is the openness that transcends all paths and yet reveals them in one stroke - life is a forest.
Paths are just paths. And death comes quickly and quietly, like the winds which blow away the green summer leaves turned brown and dry, dryness that will become the earth, the soil once more.
I will not regret ever shedding tears, for sadness, pain, joy or insanity. I'd rather be mad than cripplingly rational. I'd rather die than live a lie.