Pondering leads to passion

There is a certain undeniable beauty in letting go of the past,
in flying so high you can feel the cloud's mist brush against your bare skin.

There is a certain irrevocable catharsis in letting the tears fall,
in letting them make pathways in your makeup encrusted skin.

There is a certain truthful credibility in the demeanor of a self-made man;
in the recipe for strength we all wish to brew.

And there is a certain rush of adrenaline in learning how to feel alive;
instead of learning to just survive.