Sometimes, the details aren’t as important as they seem. As we get caught up in the game of life, details can overwhelm us. The specifics take over our mind, frying neurons and mocking a life of simplicity. We become so transfixed with the details of life that we forget to remember why we first stepped across the starting line. Shall I consider your words and expressions useless because you misspelled a word or forgot a comma? If you are not making mistakes, you have not tried anything new. How can we innovate if people are scared to learn? Examine the details, but forget not who you are and what you can become. Smell the fresh flowers; get soaked by the rain. Life is too short to attain perfection - enjoy the chase.
Posted: 1 week agobeautiful
adjective:
very pleasing or satisfying.
I cannot deny the denotation,
but the dictionary cannot recognize the radiance
of the creases in your hands,
the loose hair tucked behind your ear,
each crevice opening onto another that is
luminous, the ever-present smirk upon your face
that suggests life is but a game,
And by acknowledging the miniaturization,
beauty on every scale,
you have already won.
With presence of a fire,
there is torrential rain;
your absence showering upon
any glimmer of warmth.
Drip drip drip against the window pane,
but all I can hear is
Not You, Not You, Not You.
Every color turns to grey.
Even the fire ignited in my heart turns to smoke,
causing a new storm within my lungs:
a terrible coughing fit I cannot shake.
Playing with fire.
Posted: 3 weeks agoPerhaps instead of searching for a fabled love with a dashing rapscallion who will sweep me off my feet, I should instead look within myself and eliminate the impediments that have convinced me this cannot be so. These obstructions are bold, red, and flashing, imprinting in my mind that soulmates are for fairy tales. If you repeat an idea enough, it marks its territory and maintains control. To dream is to break through the barriers that reality establishes. Impracticality may be the only path to the clouds.
Posted: 1 month agoThese cranes I have folded, for you-
each one representing a time when my heart soared,
where buoyancy came naturally,
the wind beneath my wings,
propelled to new heights.
The air chilled:
crumpled and tossed aside,
Paper tears.
Posted: 1 month agoMy days are neatly packaged and squared away, surrounded by bubble wrap sheltering me from some harsher realities. I’m inside the plastic jungle, so I cannot even pop the bubbles and release some of the tension from this endless routine. Nothing is wrong now and I know that everything will be society’s definition of okay, that I will not suffocate inside myself. The fresh air is so inviting; if only I could get it into my lungs and begin resuscitation, the start of a new me.
Posted: 1 month agoI have been doing a lot of thinking this week, with one conclusion: life is not a guarantee. It is a privilege. In the face of certain death, we must be determined enough to overcome any obstacle that comes our way, to do things with full heart and conviction. You never know which moment will be your last.
Take time to tell someone how much they mean to you. See everyone for who they are, and help them steer clear of the shadows that block their sunshine. Show everyone kindness, for we are all fighting our own battles. Stay strong. Be optimistic.
Live.
Posted: 1 month agoIt was a still night, but I felt turbulence in your gaze. “It is about time to escape, don’t you think? A fresh start, to a place where it can be us, somewhere no one has even imagined. A place that only we will know about.”
I stared into your misty eyes, haunted. I tried to recollect a time when there were not passerby surrounding us, leaving their own trails. For what place has remained untouched by humans? Maybe the depths of the ocean, buried beneath the sandy desert, inside a volcano, or upon a star? Even the air we breathe is dense with the reminder of human inhabitance. The feat you asked was impossible, I grew to realize, because not only does it not exist, but it would be a new place - solely mine - and I would not be willing to share.
Posted: 1 month agoBy defining human nature, we admit first and foremost that there is no single being without flaws and that interactions with the world around us are infused with the ebb and flow, give and take; compromise provides solidarity. It might be easy to to argue that we do not deserve life, yet we have been given all these chances with each molecule of oxygen inhaled. I cannot give enough gratitude for Nature’s present to me. Each day I feel charged by the weight of her trust.
Posted: 2 months agoFear is pervasive, demanding to be felt. Admitting that we have this unease hidden within us is a first step that many refuse to take by those who see trepidation as a sign of weakness, a blemish on the human condition. But as soon as we try to share it with others, the apprehension is mitigated, sometimes disappearing entirely. The more we conceal, the more we acknowledge the crushing hold that fear has over our lives. It is time to break the shackles.
Posted: 2 months ago