This life is hard and full of sad tales --the hard grueling uphill task of being human... I love it anyways. It offers me the chance to feel, and with it, the thrills of happiness; that chill from a sad news; the drill and cackle of lightning's thunder, or the quietness of the still breeze bristling through the blade of a grassy meadow in spring.
I often feel the overbearing weight of emotions. When another one walks away, when they say they love you but won't stay. The hardest part is when you find you can't choose another. The buzz of excitement and the loneliness of solitude; we must master the staccato, the crescendo and cadences of life's symphony as orchestrated by the swing of life's baton.
It soon becomes easier to let life make us into who we ought to be without breaking our spirit when we learn it's music. Everyone has a music that plays through their lives. But we must train our ears to master it's progressions while still enjoying it's deviations and augmented chords as melody yet sweeter than a rather predictable flow.
Life is full of prisons. We willingly submit to choices that we make without knowing why. Sometimes we chose not to chose which in itself is a choice. We walk away when all we really want to do is stay. We kill against our own will, all the while hoping to live and make things grow. As it is, we are born free but constantly schooled in the art of self-limitation. When we choose to break free, more times than others, we veer off to paths often more alien to the natural order and we keep pushing the limits. I chose to live free whilst still living right.
Some cower under the weights they feel obligated to carry while others just waltz through the same set of circumstances with the gracefulness of a young ballerina. The maddening maze of emotions reaches for our hearts daily to rip it off its cavity, but we are still left with the one power and that is the power to chose our attitudes.
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