Dear Donald Trump, I present myself to you as Michael Holloway. I am a young, aspiring musician from Chicago who believes everything happening in life, as a whole, works together for good. So many people love to hate you. Although at time I wonder what your personal agenda is, I certainly feel there are those who underestimate you. Being a leader means stepping up when nobody else is going to. Anyone can have an opinion. This takes minimum effort. However, keeping in mind that nobody is perfect, someone who steps up when a leader is needed deserves a certain degree of respect.
The sound of a tree, moving by its own will, haunted the woods that night. The wind always seemed to bring a swift, inescapable chill, but this night felt different. Whilst the cold remained, pure sorrow and rage quieted the earth. Nearby, a village had been constructed right outside of the forest path, and the woods resented man: conquerer of the earth.
How does any of this exist? We exist as human beings because that is precisely what we are: pure consciousness. At times, even the body and mind feel separate from what truly makes up humanity. There is no way we are as useless as some would like to think. Everyone seems so individually and uniquely connected to something greater than themselves. There are so many points to be made, yet the focal point of this subject is that life must never be overlooked.
Many questions arise when the subject of mortality comes uncertainty. Out of fear, we have jumped to many conclusions concerning the obligations of life and remain submerged in the midst of confusion. Perhaps every little detail of our lives are judged by an all powerful being, whose agenda is to trip off His own perfection at the lack of ours. Consider a life that has such incredible meaning in itself, simply due to the fact that after this, exists nothing. Not one soul can know for a fact, in full detail, the blueprint to this existence.
So much of the “I” we know comes from information ingrained into the subconscious during a hypnosis like state during our childhood. Awestruck by pure possibility and curiosity, we are innocently exploring life itself while our trusted environment (usually with good intention) limits the imagination due to such a suggestive state of being. As we grow older, life feels so confusing with these limitations. The true self is boxed up in what both everyone we know and ourselves have come to know as “insert your name here”.