MadManWithaBox
June 27th, 2010, 09:39 AM
Sometimes in the entirety of the whole wide universe. Amidst the war, and suffering. The broken people, broken families. The blood that seeps into the new york gutter. The bullets that pepper the white sand. The brilliant flashes of white across the dark sky, illuminating the stars dotted across the sky. In all this, organized chaos. Sometimes impossible things just happen, and we call them miracles.
The universe is huge, and ridiculous. So we don't always recognize them. We disregard them as ordinary, every day things. A man in love with his wife. Eating a tasty meal. A girl waking up in the morning, and thinking, hello world, I love being alive.
Are these miracles god's will? No. We make our own destinies, our own paths, our own fates. People make their own miracles. The miracle of dreaming, thinking, wanting, loving, being alive. The miracles of the human race.
The universe is huge, and ridiculous. So we don't always recognize them. We disregard them as ordinary, every day things. A man in love with his wife. Eating a tasty meal. A girl waking up in the morning, and thinking, hello world, I love being alive.
Are these miracles god's will? No. We make our own destinies, our own paths, our own fates. People make their own miracles. The miracle of dreaming, thinking, wanting, loving, being alive. The miracles of the human race.