10.28.2009
She seems to think the world belongs to her and will happily put what she wants directly into her hands. She expects you to kneel before her carefully and lovingly, and devoutly allow her to crush your fingers into the dirt. Despite being young and naive, she believes to tower above those older and wiser than her just because she's experienced some of the rougher sides of life. So she's been hurt! Who hasn't cried? Who hasn't had their heart torn out and shredded before their eyes? We all belong to the same world that sometimes crushes our biggest dreams and turns our heroes and hopes into lies and empty fantasies. Perhaps she simply hasn't yet come to that realization and therefore is prisoner to her heartache and anger. Rather than despise her rotten spectacle of almighty dominion and power, what would happen if I simply tried to understand where she's coming from and exercise sympathy? Would patience and love accomplish anything or would she only continue to stample down everyone close to her? How does one help others to see what they are doing wrong in a kindly and decent manner? "Teaching them a lesson" rarely accomplishes the desired result, therefore, what does it take? Even with children it always takes something different to form a correct behavior. Some people simply need example, others need discipline, others need lecture, some need love and attention, some need to simply keep busy and have lots of activity to distract from bad behavior. But it can be so much easier to retaliate in anger.
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Oh ye in blind confusion. You know nothing of my eye's sight. We live in two worlds apart. Am I a child to you? Dost thou take my simple rejection as a substitute of cruel misunderstandings? In my black, smog-filled world, I reach out to touch the glass world you dwell within and i smudge the perfect clearness with my gray fingerprints. You know not of my ways. The solution, commodore? Leave me here in this battlefield. Let this soldier go. Theres no use in dressing an open wound thats already rotting. Join your side of this world. The beautiful glass ball with swirling snowflakes. Perhaps you will be fortunate to never taste of my world. Now, I must heal. Understand my wispy ways. I float and can only touch your beautiful world when the swirling gusts of wind that carries me permits...
ReplyDeleteSome believe that others live in a fairytale only because one attempts to cover the black walls of a tunnel with glowing posters of sunsets and dreams fulfilled, however, the posters aren't real, they fall away, rip and tear and reality is still standing undauntedly on all sides, never ever fading. They are there to give hope to those onlooking, or to hide the truth. You, dear, more than anyone else, know the truth. The difference is only perspective and age. I believe it brings us together rather than separates us. We understand each other better for it than most can.
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