It’s easy to look at a given situation and administer some sort of reasoning using the classic judgements of right and wrong. The outsider’s gaze is always far-sighted. We look for opportunities to be critics;and revel in the opportunity to bask in our own opinions. In reality the world has a way of pushing what it wants to. Blanketed by outside gazes many are people are forced to react in harsh ways. One can’t be blind to the power of circumstance and its ability to make people do unfathomable things.
It’s been a year since I shed my last tear. My actions now aren’t righteous, but a simple blend of loneliness and confusion. What can be claimed of a man with nothing? Slowly our roads extend further from their intersection and the landscapes change. While new scenes offer new views, there is a lingering nostalgia for what was. There is an undercurrent of feeling that yearns for the comfortable, which offered security from the malice of the world. Circumstances create change, and with any given set of circumstances multiple outcomes are produced. There is a struggle to understand what’s been done, and much more as to why. Suddenly self-doubt creeps through, while ego and emotion do their best to provide shelter.
There still is a yearning for the warm nights of solitude. There is no better feeling than to be accepted, and to garrison one’s secrets in the strength of another. When things end, that is the biggest loss. It becomes the focal point of betrayal. Suddenly the intelligence that was accredited turns to realization of ignorance. Big words don’t equal truth or maturity. Character reconciles all failures and shortcomings and when character is lacking the answer is written clearly. In the end, those who live by a path are those who are looked upon during tough times. The village that created me; sustains me. The beautiful trumpets of triumph don’t ring loudly, but instead melancholy melodies of memories saturate the space once taken up by laughter, beauty, and love.
Where does one end up? Where does the road end? One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure. The struggles of today lay the foundation for what’s possible tomorrow. It’s important to find joy in what’s good, and to remind yourself of the power of beauty and find it with emphasis. While the frustration of loneliness is erased with the satisfaction of haphazard company; fresh faces don’t hold lasting presence. There is subtle beauty in being vulnerable, and accepting its plan for you. Pain becomes a part of character as much as ego, beauty, or intelligence. The truth is there is no right and wrong; just sincere thanks for a clear conscious. There are no winners, just losers.
peace & love.
