We are all weak we are all meek,
it doesn't require any work on our part,
we say all kinds of shit,
we think all kinds of things,
and few of them motivate us to change.
Our silence, our unacknowledged violence,
our animal instincts and our civilized ways,
all lead us most often to impotence.
This is the nature of most human beings.
We want to be bigger but the impetus makes us all so often so tiny.
When we become more profound we forgive without ever ignoring the lessons,
overlooking,
forgiving,
but as little as possible rationalizing any meaning.
This world is not for the rational.
It is for those who try to make sense of their dreams.
Author notes
Start of a poem...
Pretty in Chaos.
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I understand those last two lines completely.
I guess I too am one of those trying to make sense of my dreams!
And dreams make reality. If you live any other way, you miss a hellavu lot.
Love
Myra
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I think you should chase your dreams but be aware of realities. The minute you fail to do this you become delusional. Not to say this hasn't worked out for a great many people or to suggest that this isn't a part of the learning process. But generally it's best that we try to avoid painting pretty pictures over what might already be a substantial work of art.
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I'm not sure I agree with the last two lines
but just about everything else...I kinda get...
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first draft and no real forethought. Just kind of threw it down...I'll have to go back over it...find the core and prune. The ending could be considered a placeholder. better than saying and something something something...
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