It Goes on Endlessly...

Every life starts out the same. Every person, animal, plant, they all start with a common essence: Innocence.

Its a beautiful thing to have the power to create life. To watch it grow, and to see it reach its end. Its a gift, and a burden, that we all share.

Another gift that life presents to us is 'Choice'. This, i believe, is the most important gift that we may ever recieve. It is the ability to distinguish spacific self qualities. Own ideals. Right from wrong.

Though it does not come with out comlication; the ability of choice on goes with the fact that humans, though same as they are in species, are unique in mind. We are all different and therefore we have different choices.

Our choices depend on our experience and our experience is explained on the base of our surroundngs whether it be the person(s) or place in which we are kept company.

The time that is spent in such experiences as well makes a variable impact. And thus the combination of surroundings and time, create our choices, our opinions to mind. Our moral. In such a case it is easy to place our 'selves' _us_ as indeviduals. Who or what we are whether that may be different to others or our own mind it doesnt matter in the long run as long as the base line is kept clean. As long as you know what kind of person you truely are. As long as _you_ know...that is all that matters.

Morals... this is the next step. Moral... that is _the_ step to making you, yourself, your own, your law. Its the _final_ step. You set them. They keep you at your limits or your extents to protect or portray. It is your choice really. Choice. _Your_ choice. Its all up to you.

I believe there are two types of men in this world. Those with morals who have decided what they want and need; and know who it is that they have become whether they be good or bad men. And then there are those who have no morals. Those who live simply off desire of want and of greed.
These people feed off of the morals of good souls adn rival on teh bad. These are cold men. Lost men. Men who will never know 'their true face'.

It is your choice to decide to be one of them. It is your decision whether to make good or bad of your experiences adn put ill use of the gft life gave you.
The gift of CHOICE.

You are who you are not who you wish.
You are who you need t be and not who you want to be.
Its up to you to decide who that is.

-The tall man took a long drag on his cigerette before putting the butt out and his feet up on the large antique desk roomily fit in his office, silent and still. He leaned his head back allowing his long raven hair cascade from its loosely hung ponytail; off the back of the comfortable arm chair to which he was sitting.
   The smell of his newly deseased cigerette lingered in the cold air just as the silk-like smoke sat seemingly suspended in the space overhead fighting in an effortless resistance. He let out a breath taking some pressure from the navy blue tie choking at his neck and gazed out the window for a long moment keeping a dark expression, as if the light of the stars was not enough to impress him.
   His fingers clenched the black covered journal with mixed confusion. The moonlight brought a silver glow of purity upon the object, seeming to taunt the man who was tangled and knotted by the words that he had just read.
                 ~You are who you are, not who you wish. You are who you need to be and not who you want to be. Its up to you to decide who that is...~
   He shook his head setting the notebook down on the desk, his hands folded in his lap and his green eyes glowing almost florecently in the dark. *Damn it Trey... why this and why now...* his thoughts thickened and subsided time and time again before a loud series of knocks interupted his zone. He put the book inside a inner pocket and stood. "Yes?"
   The Door creeked open with an almost eerie sound, leaving a forbidding aura to emmit in the shadowed room. A woman peered around the half opened door, her raspberry red hair fell thick and shining in the glowing light of the moon. She had a set of red lips placed in a secretive smile, her face framed by soft features and sly emerald eyes. "Mr. Damion would like to see you now."
   The man nodded and stepped to the door with a monotone expression, chin up, and prepared. *Please dont let him know... Trey... what are you getting yourself into...*