Monthly Archives: July 2014

Ride. 


It can all be fun and games, filled with laughter and joy. It can be home to things of exceptional beauty not before seen. It can be the beginning of a lifelong adventure or a fleeting moment of shared hedonism. The path can be treacherous with objects, obstructions, blurring the end point. But open arms cannot be folded. One must choose the one they share this journey with carefully, for one does not run with strangers through the night. Once intricate ties have been made, creating a magnetism, one can only hope that the path leads to unity, rather than a wedge of infinite existence. As the saying goes – one cannot ignore an elephant in the room.

However, if and when the last leaf drops and it is over, one does not want to remember it for its stark, unforgiving, hard truths. One wants to look back after darkness to find it riddled with blossom, light on everything. One cannot subject themselves to the trap of just seeing the bad, we have such a tendency to label things in the way they ended. Why can one not overlook the ending whether its been or yet to come, and instead ‘enjoy the ride’? For we do not label the end of ones existence with negativity just for they are no longer with us – we celebrate what was and take with us all the good. Have faith in the one you choose, ultimately trust yourself, take their hand indefinitely, and find delight in the bumps on the road.

The beauty that lies within something dead…


A fleshy velvety rose, is said to hold the beauty of all the lovers that have received such an iconic symbol. Its deep colour and soft touch I’m sure to most is exquisite, refined with delicacy and exuding infinite sentiment and devotion. This isn’t a new manifestation but historic, the ancient Greeks and Romans identified the rose with their goddesses of love, Aphrodite and Venus. Those titled as beautiful. But how can that be? Something so delicate cannot carry the burden of such emotion, for it will wilt. The demise of a rose is a certainty that cannot be unbound. It will allure you at first, but wait for it to transform, to morph into something different. Its silken petals will grow feeble. Its colour will drain. It will no longer be desired. It has been stripped of its mask. So tell me this, why is such a symbol labelled a confidante? Sub Rosa or “under the rose” for most, means to keep a secret, to swear allegiance. Yet I dont see it.

However, look upon that which is dried, there is no deceit to be found there, every crease is laced with sincerity, what you see is what you get. Its faded colour and brittle touch is displayed without reluctance. It does not bear false witness. Its beauty is undeniable. For it will not change, it will not work the magic of illusionists. Therefore, I find the beauty of a perished rose much greater than that yet to show its final form.

Meteors.


“I have a theory. My theory is about moments, moments of impact. My theory is that these moments of impact, these flashes of high intensity that completely turn our lives upside down actually end up defining who we are. The thing is, each one of us is the sum total of every moment that we’ve ever experienced, with all the people we’ve ever known, and it’s these moments that become our history. Like our own personal greatest hits of memories that play and replay in our minds over and over again. A moment of impact. A moment of impact whose potential for change has ripple effects far beyond what we can predict. Sending some particles crashing together, making them closer than before. While sending others, spinning off into great ventures, landing where you never thought you’d find them. You see, that’s the thing about moments like these, you can’t, no matter how hard you try, control how they’re going to affect you. You’ve just got to let the colliding particles land where they may, and wait, until the next collision.”

There are many moments in my life that will never be forgotten. Some good, some bad. I, like all, have many regrets. My responses, reflexes, to some of these ‘collisions’ were not apt. Some I did not realise the severity of, I was wronged in ways no one should and I’m only now perceiving them as I should have then. Weird, that only now I am floored as one should be when such a colossal moment of significant destruction hits them. Due to such a delay its almost as if I have made these moments of suffering acceptable, I can’t now make a fuss, that’d be wrong right? No one wants to delve into the past, what is dead and buried should stay that way? It is for this reason that I need to find a way to get them off my chest without causing social implications. I’m just not sure that is even possible. How does one heal after what… I guess in terms of ‘impact’, would be likened to a meteor storm?

Anyhow, we ‘are the sum total of every moment that we’ve ever experienced’ and everything experienced can be a lesson learned and every lesson learned has a beneficial value, small or large. Maybe the key to hurtling forward through life is to focus on the positive that can be squeezed out..Converting to the idealist optimist that I detest may be best?

However, one must not forget in all this that there are moments of perfection. It is in these that I am guilty. I cherish them now, but I wish in the moment I saw their irrefutable beauty… Despite this, I now know them to be the moments that will drag me through the worst. They are irreplaceable, priceless and unprecedented, as are the people that created them.