Struck by Sunshine
And if the sunflower held the sun in its stare a little too long, it would burn alive.
And if the sea uncurled from the rock, it would grow parched and die.
And if the breeze blew too strong, the leaves would fall and scatter unto the fade, rootless and displaced.
Then why does the soul yearn for all the fire of passion that refuses to recognize the right from wrong?
Why do we yearn and crumble because love flows in our veins?
Why does ownership only arise out of the fear of loss?
And if we were to burn alive for the inviolate conviction of that moment, would you choose otherwise?
Would you forego your fall from pride just to have that one moment of solace in the midst of incomprehension, inexpressible grief and insurmountable insecurity?
And if you did, would it be your defeat?
Really?
Love is indeed our response to our highest values. But if we are built in response to the fears that plague us, doesn't it only make us human to break sometimes? To fall to our knees in cognizance of the truth that questions the sanctity of one's ego- that, in fact, we too are imperfect. We are not always sure of why we're loved and what for. That we too, need that whispered touch of comfort, the push of encouragement, the smile of pride. That alone is not strong enough.
And doesn't it in fact make you more of a titan to admit that and then pull your scrambled self off of the floor, wipe those tears, brush your knees and stand tall? For, truly, there is no real victory unless won by once tasting defeat. So, kiddo, don't let it get to you. Life in all its idiosyncrasies and petulant fancies is LIFE after all. And you know exactly how incredibly precious living it, is. Don't let the insecurities eat away at that holy grail. Go on, breathe, kick, love, laugh, hurt. But feel it all. It's your only chance.
And if the sea uncurled from the rock, it would grow parched and die.
And if the breeze blew too strong, the leaves would fall and scatter unto the fade, rootless and displaced.
Then why does the soul yearn for all the fire of passion that refuses to recognize the right from wrong?
Why do we yearn and crumble because love flows in our veins?
Why does ownership only arise out of the fear of loss?
And if we were to burn alive for the inviolate conviction of that moment, would you choose otherwise?
Would you forego your fall from pride just to have that one moment of solace in the midst of incomprehension, inexpressible grief and insurmountable insecurity?
And if you did, would it be your defeat?
Really?
Love is indeed our response to our highest values. But if we are built in response to the fears that plague us, doesn't it only make us human to break sometimes? To fall to our knees in cognizance of the truth that questions the sanctity of one's ego- that, in fact, we too are imperfect. We are not always sure of why we're loved and what for. That we too, need that whispered touch of comfort, the push of encouragement, the smile of pride. That alone is not strong enough.
And doesn't it in fact make you more of a titan to admit that and then pull your scrambled self off of the floor, wipe those tears, brush your knees and stand tall? For, truly, there is no real victory unless won by once tasting defeat. So, kiddo, don't let it get to you. Life in all its idiosyncrasies and petulant fancies is LIFE after all. And you know exactly how incredibly precious living it, is. Don't let the insecurities eat away at that holy grail. Go on, breathe, kick, love, laugh, hurt. But feel it all. It's your only chance.
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