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Random Thoughts on Change |
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"We will have to change. Something will be lost. Something is always lost when change comes. But something will be gained, for that, too, is a given. At least, I hope so." Draconas, Master of Dragons
Water Molecules (poem on friendship)
They move so quickly.
Bonds are made, bonds are broken; the strongest bonds last the longest, but still they just keep moving on and on...
But sometimes a molecule will move too fast for the others.
It disappears, rising into the air. Those left behind simply keep moving, on and on.
Bonds keep forming, bonds keep breaking, molecules keep disappearing...
But I wonder. Maybe the escaped molecules will have enough of its fast-paced life and slow down someday, returning to the glass of water from which it came.
It will be different--bonds have changed, old molecules have left and new ones have arrived--and the returning molecule may feel out of place.
But it just continues, forming, breaking..
It is a hard life, but how much more miserable it would be to be frozen in a block of ice.
(I'm not a poet, if you've noticed, but metaphors fascinate me.)
I prefer to skim along the surface of things. Because if I stop too long, I'll drown. I haven't learned to swim, and I don't know if I even want to.
Writers often say sorrow brings out the best in people; it hones their personalites. But there's nothing good about sorrow at all. It tears people apart, isolates them. It brings out the worst in people, and they hurt the ones around them as they become more miserable and selfish. They are selfish because they can't afford to give away happiness like they used to.
We are taught to fear sadness. But it's a part of life. For life there is death, for happiness there is sadness. They're just emotions, and you only hurt yourself by struggling against them.
Time together is just never quite enough
(When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home)
What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
(We need time, only time)
When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of?
(If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?)
So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?
(All the time, all the time)
Saltwater Room, Owl City
If I had to choose between blind love and understanding, I'd choose understanding.
 LadyAlisyn · Sat Sep 05, 2009 @ 01:26am · 0 Comments |
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