Sunday, 29 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Perfection. In the race to achieve this unattainable state we lose who we are, we become cruel, heartless.
And what is perfection? Is it not just an image of so called “beauty” forced upon us by society?
You must look this way, wear these clothes, talk like this. Perfection, or an idea of it, is forced upon us, and we conform.
Flaws and imperfections make us human, and yet we still strive to be perfect, we strive to lose a part of our soul just to gain the approval of others.
The true perfection of man lies not in what man has, but in what man is.
|But what’s on the inside doesn't matter anymore.|
Why would it, when all man strives to do is perfect the outside? And money?
|A means to perfection. A means to an end.|
Saturday, 14 January 2012
|There is good and there is evil. Right and wrong.|
|And if we're blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through.|
|Sunlight filters through the branches of evil. We wait in silence for these times when sense can be made, when meaningless existence comes into focus, and our purpose presents itself.|
|And if we have the strength to be honest, then what we find there, staring back at us, is our own reflection, bearing witness to the duality of life.|
|And each one of us is capable of both the dark and the light, of good and evil, of either, of all.|
|And destiny, while marching ever in our direction, can be rerouted by the choices we make.|
|By the love we hold onto and the promises we keep.|
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
The most important things are the hardest to say.
They are the things you become ashamed of, because words diminish them. Words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out.
But it’s more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.
And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.
That’s the worst, I think.
When the secret stays locked within not for want
of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.
Monday, 9 January 2012
The Earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything: from fate, from God, from life itself.
If only you could find a place far enough away, far enough to escape the troubles that plague you, the regrets that stab at you, the tears that kill you one drop at a time.
So you run. To the edge of the Earth, to the depth of the oceans, where all is safe again, all is quiet and warm. Run so fast that everything begins to blur: your identity, your former life, the haunting memories.
The solace of salt air, the peace of danger left behind, the luxury of grief. And maybe, only for a moment, you believe you have escaped.
To survive in this world, we hold close to us those on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears... but what happens when trust is lost?
Where do we run, when things we believe in vanish before our eyes?
When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril... all we can do is run. You can run far, you can take your small precautions, but have you really gotten away?
Can you ever escape? Or is it the truth that you did not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny? The world is not small, you are.
There is always a trail of footprints left behind. Fate can find you anywhere.
Sunday, 8 January 2012
We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death. Then it happens, the dream becomes real.
And the answer to the quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself, like the glowing light of the new dawn.
So many struggles, for meaning, for purpose, but in the end we find it only in each other. Our shared experiences of the fantastic, and the mundane.
The simple, human need to find kindred, to connect, and to know in our hearts that we are not alone.
Alone like the drop on this petal. Alone like the petal.
We find comfort in numbers, to know that there are people like us gives us hope. But one should take comfort from this: One is never alone.
Scientific fact if nothing else shows us that humans have evolved to live in groups, to seek safety in numbers. One is always loved.
Even when it seems to be so dark that light will never shine, a glimmer of hope shall always break through.
Saturday, 7 January 2012
Some seek love even if unrequited while others are driven by fear and betrayal.
|There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God’s absence while others follow a path of noble destiny.|
But in the end, good, evil, right, wrong, none of it matters. What we choose is never what we need, for that is the ultimate cosmic joke.
|That is the real gift that God has left behind.|