life.

I am currently sitting on my letterbox watching the sun set over the roofline of the repeated brick and mortar jungles I live within.

In the shadow of a day drawing closed I ponder and look on as those around me return home; mothers, tradesman, students, executives and grandmas. All with their own lives, their own thoughts and their own stories. Their exposure to the outside world is short lived as the garage door of security once more seduces them into another night of subcultured living. A world within a world, a place where each man reigns as king. Each with his own rules and beliefs. A place of love and life conception. A place of hope and nurture. A place of understanding and freedom… or so one would hope.

No one really knows what is written on the history pages of each subculture and no one dare indulge themselves in the lives of another’s world. But I am sure to say that the happenings within these secluded existences are soon played out in the faces of those involved.

Joy and fear can never be hidden in the faces of children. And the stamp of loneliness cannot be removed from the eyes of teenagers. The sounds of laughter juxtapose the sounds of screaming and the cries for attention are drowned by the need for success.

This thing we call life is a choking breathe in the lungs of eternal existence, and it is the choices we make in this short breath that define our eternity.

It is time to breath deep and swallow our pride. No longer must we turn a blind eye to the downward spiraling script played out in the lives of those around us, but decide to stand up for nobility and stand up for love. Stay strong to our Godly convictions and be true to the word of God. We must act now before it is too late.

May my life be a testament to God and may my actions be followed by the forth-coming generations. May my words break chains and instill love into a hurting world. May I be challenged everyday to do more and go harder.

May opportunity be my vehicle and may changed lives be my fuel. May I be the steering wheel and may God be the driver.

May my short breath breathe life into another…

- Reuben Skewes