Warfare in the time of cavemen

Caves are dark scary places filled with shadows, with nothing to give when we are brilliant and inspired. Surrounded by the cold wet moisture our tears fester, we dwell in a constant state of remorse and resentment, remembering, always remembering what was and what should have been. Haunted by memories, we draw deeper and deeper into the confines of our solitude and darkness, and our sight becomes blocked. The memory of the past becomes such a constant fixture in our mind’s eye, that the past becomes our reality. And just like an invalid, when we are no longer exposed to the light and the goodness of what is outside our little pitiful existence, our skin grows pale and translucent, so clear and removed of color, that our very heart shines through, beating the irrefutable beat of denial. We deny the fact that we are holding ourselves down. That by living in the past, we are condemning ourselves to a life of woe and regret. In no way is this healthy. The past can not be reversed, and it is a waste of our precious time to reflect on how we wish it could be. What good does it do us to lay in bed in the dark, thinking of how our hearts have been ripped apart so many times that the fragments are unrecognizable, the parts no longer able to be put back together. Our warm beds, our caves aren’t protecting us, they’re hindering us, stopping us from living the life that we were meant to live. We were not placed on the earth to spend our time hiding. Life is not about hiding. Life is about learning and loving, and loving so hard that we can’t remember why we began to love at all. If we sit on our asses in the dark, resenting and scorning our love, we are wasting our lives. Love is meant to be shared, life is meant to be shared. Get out of the cave, get out of it, stop hurting, keep loving, grow, and see the light. Don’t waste your life.