The chaos of potential

A good world will manifest from the chaos of potential if we aim for love and are guided by reason
BUT
Hearts WILL have to break, as we are weak and afraid to hurt
AND
Minds WILL have to bend, as we are ignorant and get nauseous with change
OR
A good world will manifest from the chaos of potential if we live with love and speak the truth (logos)
BUT
Hearts WILL have to break, as we are weak and afraid to hurt
AND
Minds WILL have to bend, as we are ignorant and get nauseous with change

My only problem is having a clear understanding of what "good" or "love" is.

Then comes value. More accurately, what I value.
If I value 'real' moments and interactions and know they are rare, then what the fuck do I do with the rest of my time?

- Sleeps

Warm feet

Warm feet, cold heart
It's so hard to live when we so easily die with others
So much time observing others for defence, we forget to simply observe ourselves
Our ego is the bigger threat to us without a doubt.

"A state of detachment, which contains a little bit of resistance" is to lead a happy or at least content life.
I am thankful his ripple has touched me.
I search and yearn for this level of profound conversation in friends, but yet to find.

Thought I may have found one to at least listen. Until I woke to find Todd looking in my mirror.

You are a hero to me
To warm your feet would be an act of adoration
To have shared a piece of me was a privilege
To have experienced who you actually are was an honour

- Sleeps

Taxi drivers

I watched a dog die today
A Yelp. A loud crack sound.
I dropped my bags and ran back to the road.
Serval small streams and a pool of blood
It's leg was shaking
The Old man feel to his knees. Crying. Trying to see if the dog was still there.
I touched his shoulder in shock. Wondering if I could call something... Someone
Ambulance. Police?
Who do you call when your dog is slowly dying?
The dog stopped shaking. The man broke down.
I ran to get a sheet or blanket. I returned with a towel.
The man still on his knees was stroking the dog as if to ease it's fear. But it was dead. He kept stroking.
I walked to where the old man has dropped his leash. Picked it up. Coiled it gentle and with respect handed it to him.
The man placed his dog in the towel and folded it over. Picked it up and walked off.
Another stranger who had just arrived walked with him, hand on shoulder.
I wanted to walk with him but felt another would be a crowd.

And all the while, just stood there..
I fucking hate taxi drivers