All energy is only barrowed, and one day you have to give it back

Avatar is only a movie. 3D was impressive. I found myself in the car on the way home, shutting down. Lauren and mom are gabbing about how wonderful the movie was, and I sit. My mouth is a still frame and my head would be comparable to a hummingbirds heart rate. This cinematic epiphany, written and envisioned twenty years ago, now in fruition. The world was not yet ready and now, now we have a mere glimpse of the reality that surrounds us in the medium of fantasy.
The economy is at an all time low, which is partially why I believe that the dreamers behind the camera, bullhorn in hand, are the ones keeping moral alive. On the streets, those not yet to maturity of dream, should that be possible, are mocked and hazed for being such dreamers. "Grow up" they say, "You're so immature" and "One day you'll have to realize what's going on in the real world" but why? When a single movie can, in the first month of being released, have statistics affore unseen. This is just one dreamer, creating a portal,
from reality to fantasy and telling the same story in each. A story of reality, through a filter skeptics can
appreciate at some level. I watched before me, as the culmination of hate and many power trips destroyed purity and beauty, and at that, found pleasure. Destruction leads to creation and in that, change. Evolution is beautiful and essential part of the world spinning. Complete and utter annihilation is something all its own. Something that can only come to fruition when hate, rage,and determination meet. How one body can contain all such things eludes me. I feel physical pain in imagining it possible.

"Eywah does not take sides, she only protects the balance of life"

Without black, white would have no significance, and love without hate would bear less value. It would just
be the norm. Annihilation of anything lessens the worth of it's opposite. When we are all one energy, borrowing
and returning it is imperative that some sort of balance be found. An agreement must be found, I believe it is not
up to us, as humans, to draw the lines of this agreement. It will come with the energies of the earth and all it
lies within. The human race may not be in its proper roll right now, and that terrifies society.( I say fuck society.
There is so much more out there than anyone can grasp, myself included entirely!) We will fall into our roll, may
not take it laying down, but our place will be found. Somewhere between here and there. When that has happened then perhaps the line between yin and yang will be more clarified to each mind. The only way I can imagine to help find such a balance is inside. Within my own heart I can find my pandora, on a plane no one has yet experienced.Breathe deaply, quiet your mind and listen to yourself. Find in that calmness the beauty of life and live off the positive energy. Slowing your heart rate, while quickening the pace and gathering speed, soon the energy will abound and you will have no choice. Living a life of beauty and enjoyment. Believe in the beauty of life, that in each moment something wonderful exists. It's not up to me to find it, only to know it is there and love just be able to rest assured of its existence. Walking down the street it will be undeniable. My heart calls out to those I pass, "Life is wonderful" Something about me just lets everyone know, "It's going to be okay."
closing the door behind me, guilt walks in my shadow. The yin yang reminds me that as I walk in beauty, the positive energy that drives my every breath is not the removal of negative energy, just the displacement of it. Someone, somewhere now carries the burden I have so energetically shed. This balance, it's such a bittersweet thing. I will do my best to restore the balance by lifing the moment I have, feeling what is, and knowing of this beauty which, regardless of my recognition or lack of, it does exhist. My orbit lies on the periphory of a yin yang.