After a hiatus of sorts, it's good to be back and typing. As for the reason for my break, it would be that the creativity fairy has been eluding me painfully and I decided to finally sit down today and summon her no matter what. So today, I'm feeling myself after a long time and being grateful to every person and thing that helped me get here. ~A big smile~
In one of my surprisingly often epiphanies (three or four a year is often, right?), I realised people are always trying to win the approval of others for an unstated reason. I believe the reason, wherever it exists, would be to feel a sense of pride from being adored or praised. But when all you seek is another's approval, you start losing out the satisfaction and other finer things you get from doing things for yourself. That joy is simply unparalleled. Today, having experienced that pleasure after a long time, I'm truly relishing it. And here, the product:
A FAMILIAR FACE
On an island unknown
Beneath a starless sky
Blind, alone
And lost, stood I.
A familiar face,
I kept looking at,
Through a dreamy haze
In my clouded head.
The face lingered.
In surreality I remained.
And when it did blur,
I struggled, cried and pained.
The lapping waves gently
Pulled me back to reality
Though I fought obstinately
Wanting to live in fantasy.
Gathering strength,
Myself I braced
And opened my eyes
To see a familiar face.
Not the one on my mind
But ever more welcoming
A forgotten visage, still kind,
Knowing and forgiving.
I reached out,
I stepped forward
And I found
My acts mirrored.
When hand met hand
The answer occurred.
For I had touched glass
And with myself I reunited.
In one of my surprisingly often epiphanies (three or four a year is often, right?), I realised people are always trying to win the approval of others for an unstated reason. I believe the reason, wherever it exists, would be to feel a sense of pride from being adored or praised. But when all you seek is another's approval, you start losing out the satisfaction and other finer things you get from doing things for yourself. That joy is simply unparalleled. Today, having experienced that pleasure after a long time, I'm truly relishing it. And here, the product:
A FAMILIAR FACE
On an island unknown
Beneath a starless sky
Blind, alone
And lost, stood I.
A familiar face,
I kept looking at,
Through a dreamy haze
In my clouded head.
The face lingered.
In surreality I remained.
And when it did blur,
I struggled, cried and pained.
The lapping waves gently
Pulled me back to reality
Though I fought obstinately
Wanting to live in fantasy.
Gathering strength,
Myself I braced
And opened my eyes
To see a familiar face.
Not the one on my mind
But ever more welcoming
A forgotten visage, still kind,
Knowing and forgiving.
I reached out,
I stepped forward
And I found
My acts mirrored.
When hand met hand
The answer occurred.
For I had touched glass
And with myself I reunited.
