All the lost words

What happens to the thoughts pushed aside? What happens to the moments that mattered most at one point, and lost meaning the next? What happens to the brilliant minds that disappear, those that have lived, fought, and accomplished? Our thoughts can feel so real to us, but we are told they have no substance, no matter. You could call a thought a firing of nerves in the brain, a balance of chemicals. But as our nerves fire, the chemicals pushing and prodding our brain to make sense of a chaotic world around us; our mind screams for understanding, for closure amongst this infinite world of free will that dwells within us. I know I have free will because at times I desire to not have it. We know there is free will when there is so much that coincides, contradicts, and knows no bounds.

One contradiction I have is that when it comes to philosophy I get very, VERY personal. Because it is very, VERY personal. Am I not a part of this unknown chaos? Am I alone in this world screaming into the wind? One personal thing I have noticed is there is a higher majority of what I have thought, believed, wrote, sang, dreamed, LIVED, that has been lost. Moments where the weight of the universe has come crashing down upon my very essence. Moments where what I have felt or thought feels like it is the weight of the universe. Some of these thoughts pass in the passing hour. Some of these thoughts get written down. Some of these thoughts get pushed back, burned, thrown away, forgotten, ignored, and essentially; lost in the universe, time, humanity, possibly only seen by creator and even he may deem them not worthy of you remembering. But I disagree with this, I wonder;

How many people have cried out to the stars?

How many songs have gone unheard?

How many people play music, with no need for words, in the night that has gone unheard and unmentioned?

How many books have been forgotten?

How many discoveries have been left untouched or unaccepted?

How many dreams have been left to disintegrate into the night?

How many dreams have not been accomplished?

How many dreamers have wandered aimlessly off the cliff of history, not seen or understood by a single mind?

How many last thoughts have been buried in the graveyards with their hosts?

How many loves have been left unrecognized, unsatisfied?

So yes, you were right, truth is relative. Not only that, but it is lost constantly. Thousands of cries for help have gone unheard. is it wrong as a human being to weep for those left unheard? It is in the moments that I hide anything about who I am, what I have done, What I desire, and what I dream to accomplish that I weep for those who have done the same for I know they are with me but just as lost. Let me tell you why there needs to be a heaven, because without one, most of the greatest things this world has known are lost and stripped of meaning. Without a place for these words representing the lives of billions only a small portion of their lives made it through to the next generation and even then, there is a natural erosion that occurs with time to take that away. That is why there needs to be a place for these things, there needs to be a observer that doesn't let one voice in this expanse of life to be unheard.
There needs to be purpose! not only that but a purpose that fills these meanings.

Even as I type, there are things that I have written that I am erasing. Boy do I love contradiction at times. Sometimes contradiction can show how connected things really are. This is the closest I can come to saying, I recognize and honor those who have which been lost or forgotten but I cannot even come close to understanding the magnitude of it. I can only know it is beyond my understanding. Which reminds me of something I said a little while ago, "you cannot fully appreciate something until you understand it." I for the most part still stand behind that statement. I will finish this tribute with quotes from people that will not be forgotten,

"nothing in life is free."

"I cannot leave because I haven't satisfied my purpose yet."

"is anything a lie if we die believing it?"

"I do what I want."

"You can pretty much back anything up until it is your fault."

"Truth is relative, if anything should be pure in its essence, it should be truth, but it is not."