What is is?

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Paraphrased, from paragraphs of thought.  Offered with a pointed intent.  Presumably from one who might know, but without actually asking.  So it is.

Is, simply put, is.  There is no magic, hidden truths, or such.  Especially for the young.  Is is: man and wife, then children; hard work, the slow grinding loss of dream potential, while being graced with the humble reality of home, family, and a humble walk; the truth, even when we don't like it, especially when we don't like it; the hard cold fact that beauty, joy, pleasure, and the rest come and go... let them come and go as they must, chase not.  Is just is, or, more, Is God and the path to where He wants us.

But?

What don't you understand?

Not sure...  Perhaps this is the problem, one way or the other?  Still, here it goes.

Ah.  That.  It isn't as, or all as, it might seem.  The lash of loss, the truth of love, the fullness of life?  No, that is not the answer sought.  The young do not know gold and silver when offered.  Most truly would rather candy than silver.  Fine.  But I'm not going to hold your hand through it.  Careful, lad, there be dragons.  Well, I'll leave hints, minor thoughts.  Sometimes.  Maybe.

What I wanted, before letting the cards fall as... I think they really did.

What I had wanted before that.  Often, so it went.

Ignore much.  Some lost soul trying to destroy what isn't her's, with neo-academic pseudo gaia loving silliness.  She has some points.  Pain, death, drag some over a line.  We end up... different.  Some in different ways.  Some are more object or animal/nature based.  I am more focused upon humans, the living and dead.

Unlike others, I chose death.  God said no.  So here I am.

Naked violence born for war, a love of female, drowning in the living and dead at times.  So lost and out of sorts for the ghosts which haunt me.  Unless I did die, and this is a sort of purgatory?  I simply don't, can't, know.

The funny thing?  I know nothing.  I doubt if the others do either.  I just know that there is more to it, life.  I have crossed to somewhere very different.  Seen things even the faithful doubt.  Know?  No.  But find joy even in the pain, live faithfully, oddly.  So be it.

But, having been allotted so much extra time, all of the loss and pain, save for her, are comforting... almost pleasures now.  It's been a gas.  And will be until my time is done. Amen.  Hallelujah even.  Born for death, life found me still.  Believe as you must.