The Boundries of Life (and how we live in them).

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“He who joyfully marches to music rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, deplorable love-of-country stance and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be part of so base an action! It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.”

― Albert Einstein

 

To find sufficiency in conformity is simply detrimental. They say congratulations. They say you’ve done the right  thing. There is a rebel inside us, who wants to emerge. Most hide it. They bury it deep within itself. John Lennon once said something like, it’s weird not to be weird.

To do yourself justice, I’ve found the best way is to step out. To step out into the unknown world that you have pulled on the curtains. I’m not saying, drown in persistence. Look where that took Gatsby. I want the world to be unique as it can. The colors of the fence that was once dim, can now escape its reality. The fence is now crumbling, but don’t coward away, it is merely a message from your patriotic heart. The heart that dwells within yet wants to carry out into the world. This is a message from the structure of this world. The world you created. Everyone has the world folded in their pockets. The misconception of it all is that you can open it up. Most people cast their shadow of what it has to offer, no matter the size. You don’t want to step out of your comfort. The dim light has now been switched off, and you don’t mind.

The bestial towel that cramped your soul, that smelt of roses, but dealt with pain. Going along with the pack, is simply a trap. We have this overweening conscience that varnishes our actions, and thoughts. We can have so much more. We are so much more capable than what we think. What we believe is merely a preconception of something great, but to accomplish it you must take a step. We can’t coincide with everyone’s thoughts and opinions. We can’t be like everyone else. Embrace your own bohemian culture. Dive into your mind. Circumvent the mantra that you have to travel the road most traveled by. Do not detain. Do not lay at rest. Be inquisitive. You might find yourself in a futile embarking that simply is cultivating a fault, a piece of chaff. You must continue. You must follow your light. The light that has been flashing all of your life, now echoes your name. Once you’ve made the step, once you conquered the coward that resides within, your home free.

The serpentine storm reigns within currently but you can deter it. You can wash away the confliction. The light has been a pantomime within your heart. Once you discover it, it is curated within. The starry night becomes a speck. The hermetic sky becomes your companion and you can soar above it. You can paint the moon and ride through the obscurity. The charm of the day has been accompanied by the night. Your chariot awaits.

The rich vitality that circulates your veins now is rejuvenated. The careen motion of the horizon has stabilized. Proven to be guilty of murdering a few who couldn’t make the journey. In sobriety you can conquer the passions you want to please.

Sadly enough, the horizon begins to scold. Its deep brow carries the depth of the world. The weight of the galaxy drowns its soul, but it peeks above the unstable foundation for which it must eternally lay. It doesn’t care about the repercussions, it yearns for power and you possess it.

Sailing the waves that swell the dreams for which you pursue, you watch the shoreline diminish and observe the breadth of the horizon. Staring. Searching for a minor glimpse of weakness. The beauty and elegance that it possesses marvels yet has the power to yank the magnitude, the confidence that you’ve attained.

There is beauty and doubt. There is darkness and guilt. There is the shoreline and the sky. There is imagination and there is confinement.

Now you see that there is extreme ambiguity within the borders of life. Wherever you walk, you will find it. You shake at its presence. You plead for its meaning. You search for the answers.

Even as a believer in a sovereign God, I still question some things. I question, mostly the boundaries of my life. I question the determination for which I should enable me to procreate. I question the life for which I am supposed to life and the life I am currently living in.

Where’s your sunset?

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2 thoughts on “The Boundries of Life (and how we live in them).

  1. Your writing evokes all my emotions. There is enough darkness in it to make it delicious.
    Here is my
    Reply from
    My optimist side. Oh and please forgive it before you start reading the message below.

    I fell in love and was easily swayed by the words you wrote.

    I ignored the quote.

    The prose
    Was So we’ll writ
    That only
    After reading it
    Several
    Times
    Did I note
    The meaning of what you wrote.
    My eyebrows
    Furrowed and
    Met above the bridge of my nose.

    Why may I ask
    Would eyes that captured such
    Beauty
    Actively seek weaknesses?
    Why didn’t
    You believe and stay with the perfection?
    And simply merge with it?

    Guilt…darkness… supposedly…
    The words you wrote would not appear
    If you had kept
    Your body afloat
    And not allowed
    The horizon to
    Divide
    Your present and the life you so passionately desire.

    A tear drops
    When I realise
    The beautiful
    Sunset
    Remains
    Whole
    Only
    in my eyes

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