The Duality with pride will reflect a being directly at its core.
Impossible it seems, but it tries life and death.
In stubborn admonishment for each and every selfish reason, life. get clouded between love and pride.
The reasoning behind pride can be so brash, it causes ignorant stubbornness, and may lead to choices so costly they end in death.
Life interrupted- Faced with responsibility or death.
Ego in its nature protects. All the while, covering guilt in reasoning that embraces ignorance. It protects the mind from facing pain.
The facade of ego, when obliged; and bridged with life, bridges the facade of fate.
That fate, Ike a cancer; that may forsake more in its wake.
Consciousness cries. Survival becomes.
Love in its form grows. Tears fall, and weathering and watering the soul bringing growth. Just as nature, in rain weathers and waters the soil to do the same.
Life in flight reflects the past bad choices in guilt, while life in fight reflect the responsibilities of life.
In life, love finds a way to assume truth, be that of good or bad choices.
Ego and fate vs Love and destiny.
Life grows from passion to compassion to passion again.
Sacrificing love, ego and pride succumb to accepted reasoning of denial.
Coming together. Life finds a way past pride , and re opens the door to love.
Life survives itself out of goodness.
Recognizing these characteristics goodness seem to fade, but is rescued at its core by love.
Love sacrificed by reasoning, yet not entirely murdered by pride.
Love acknowledges the pain of the ego and moves forward.
Life bruised but not broken, yet nearly left to be forsaken and foregone.
The Good survive as life is, learn and grow.
Relationships, like a highway split from here to there. Relationships move from left to right.
Friendships gone past wrong and right.
Accepting responsibility and looking in the soul.
,Love and maybe life was nearly left for new soul.
In honesty I see my reflection.
In honesty I stand by my choices, regardless of the faith others may hane in my emotion.
Being the person I am whilst others may laugh, cry or die.
