Why do I always feel like publicly sharing my out of context thoughts when I've been without sleep longer than people rightly should be? Probably the delirium setting in. The lack of oxygen in my brain perhaps. The caffein holding my upright. Or the readings that threaten to swell my brain with knowledge in a scope I could not have imagined? The complexities of society and the self are endless possible essays and readings.
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You don't need someone to pick you up when you fall, but rather someone to be there when you pull yourself up.
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I have an affinity for esoteric things, but they do not define me. For me, there is no definition. Only 'me'. My Self. Simplistic and minimal while also complex beyond the grasp of any person's mind. I cannot be spelled out in clear terms. As a picture is worth a thousand words, a person holds infinite stories. Possibility is the only thing that matters.
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To become strong, you have to be broken many times.
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I know not what binds me to this flesh or why it holds me so; only that I am bound.
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On a morning such as this, I get a warm glow settling in. The cool early autumn air and the heat of the sunrise on my back are perfectly at balance. The wind moves gently past, never to touch the same place again. The water ripples with the breeze. It's a fleeting touch and a brief encounter with the things I consider all encompassing. To see them all work seamlessly together fills me with hope and happiness so great it brings tears to my eyes. In a time when these pure moments are so sparse and hard to grasp, I fall to my knees before the opportunity to see something greater than anything I can put on paper. It's simple and the world of my worries dissolves for a moment. My one breath in that short space of time will last me until the next. I'll savour it and hold it in my heart. The crisp air will fill my lungs for as long as I need it to. It is perfect.
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Do you have moments like these?
Happily,
M.G.
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