My last bullet

Here I am at the shore of this vast ocean of possibilities.

By Francisco Antonio Suing
[Fiction]

I’m guilty of having everything, and yet, achieving so little with this precious life.
Is there anybody out there to blame? The man in the mirror cries rivers of blood.
Taking this life for granted broke every bone and every promise to the creator.
But the objective each day? To replace fear with passion. The old man said.

There must be more than one soul out there who’s facing real struggle everyday.
And yet, I never get to hear about their endless pain and loneliness.
But I don’t care. I’m too busy dealing with my own problems and doubts.
They said doubt is the killer of dreams and great men. And here we are.

I laugh at the old ones on the streets ignoring I’m following those exact footprints.
A disgusting way of dying, or a lesson from the mighty gods? I’m too fool to comprehend.
To pretend to be the great pretender, nothing but a useless show for nobody.
Shall these words live in the heart of those who live with their own mistakes and own decisions.

This shore welcomes people from any place, and yet, only few dare to take the lead.
Is this our mistake? Not even trying to do something to be proud of?
But every day is a new chance to make something useful for us and to the world.
There are plenty of opportunities out there. The old man said.

I began saying this is my last bullet and there’s a good reason behind it.
Days are long, but decades are short. And even shorter when youth becomes a memory.
And the promise of the summit is not even close to our hands and wild aspirations.
For those about to grow up and forget their true joy. Think again.

Waves from the ocean arrive only to be forgotten from our distracted memory.
From the shore I have the challenge to choose only one path.
Infinite possible answers for the same question lay before my tired eyes.
To jump or not to jump into the arms of raw uncertainty. There’s only one way to know it.

One day the final decision pushes us from the razor blade, and yet, we smile and laugh.
Trust the process and follow the wisdom of our ancestors, I recall everyday.
For too long I’ve been manipulated inside a bubble I adore and protect above all.
Shall we begin this treacherous but promising adventure? I told the old man.

But I hate this. I do want to return to what I enjoy, to the warmth of the comfort.
And I love this. I must go again and solve what I’ve struggled with for eons.
Soon the sun shall rise again and a new chance to get it right will appear.
But when opportunities are endless, we shall not forget that our time is running out.

To learn to take care of the souls who depend on us shall bring us peace.
Selfishness is good for the flesh, but it leaves the spirit in cruel despair.
For the only way to experience this life is through scars, traumas and suffering.
For those about to perish at the doors of adversity. Get up again and act accordingly.

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