To comprehend another, as a whole- is asking too much. The concept of "understanding" another individuals mind is an acutely disturbed notion. Those people who claim to know another better than that individual does itself, are delirious. The mind is an extraordinary, yet simple tool. Utterly fascinating, yet frustrating.
A mist. A huge, engulfing ice cold mist which needs to be infiltrated and trudged through- in order to reach the other side and accomplish understanding another. Picture yourself in the middle of this mist. All green land. Cold. Wet. Dewey. The gnarly, deteriorating leaves kissing your ankles. They can easily be slithered off your feet, however they keep you firmly rooted.
Breathe. Take in that polluted misty air. Shortcut almost. Hey, at least the mist is thinning. Huge gasps help. When breathing out, count and catch each little puff escaping in short intervals. The catches, say are pauses. For at times in life, we must stop and simply. Let it be. If it helps in achieving the ultimate understanding, why not?
Take it in. Reality strikes. Don't be the spider anymore. Spider? Tiny, and insignificant. As a spider swindles it's way down a pipe- it must feel comfortable. Sheltered and away from the giant blundering human. We find pleasure in its pain, pleasure whilst we cackle in our evil actions by leaving it to flounder in the tub while the tap releases a cold gush of water, washing it away. Isn't that what society is to us? Cruel. Harsh. When all the spider wanted was to maintain an invisible a presence as possible. The spider must enjoy the solitude of the darkness. I know I do.
Break free. Imagine you are stood behind the curtain, waiting until this stage you are stood on lights up, and the curtain parts for everyone to cast their eyes upon you. You've pushed and pushed this moment for as long as you possibly can now, but time has now caught up with you. The tick tock, tick tock-every second passing whilst your nerves become miniature balls of ice- forcing their way through your veins all around your body. Almost like an electric shock. The wait has rendered you jittery. It's time to stop running. This magnificent, shiny black polished stage just splayed out under your feet. Just picture it- standing, peering out, peeking between the gap of the curtains into the silent dark minefield. Each and every single member in the audience, is everyone you've ever had the fortune or misfortune of ever meeting, throughout your whole entire lifetime. Essentially, it's all down to you to bare your soul.
Whoever the person is, (or people may be) Once you have your foot inside the sliding door, and have sat on the same carriage as their wavelength train- never get off. Unless, you never wanted to get on in the first place.
SK.
A mist. A huge, engulfing ice cold mist which needs to be infiltrated and trudged through- in order to reach the other side and accomplish understanding another. Picture yourself in the middle of this mist. All green land. Cold. Wet. Dewey. The gnarly, deteriorating leaves kissing your ankles. They can easily be slithered off your feet, however they keep you firmly rooted.
Breathe. Take in that polluted misty air. Shortcut almost. Hey, at least the mist is thinning. Huge gasps help. When breathing out, count and catch each little puff escaping in short intervals. The catches, say are pauses. For at times in life, we must stop and simply. Let it be. If it helps in achieving the ultimate understanding, why not?
Take it in. Reality strikes. Don't be the spider anymore. Spider? Tiny, and insignificant. As a spider swindles it's way down a pipe- it must feel comfortable. Sheltered and away from the giant blundering human. We find pleasure in its pain, pleasure whilst we cackle in our evil actions by leaving it to flounder in the tub while the tap releases a cold gush of water, washing it away. Isn't that what society is to us? Cruel. Harsh. When all the spider wanted was to maintain an invisible a presence as possible. The spider must enjoy the solitude of the darkness. I know I do.
Break free. Imagine you are stood behind the curtain, waiting until this stage you are stood on lights up, and the curtain parts for everyone to cast their eyes upon you. You've pushed and pushed this moment for as long as you possibly can now, but time has now caught up with you. The tick tock, tick tock-every second passing whilst your nerves become miniature balls of ice- forcing their way through your veins all around your body. Almost like an electric shock. The wait has rendered you jittery. It's time to stop running. This magnificent, shiny black polished stage just splayed out under your feet. Just picture it- standing, peering out, peeking between the gap of the curtains into the silent dark minefield. Each and every single member in the audience, is everyone you've ever had the fortune or misfortune of ever meeting, throughout your whole entire lifetime. Essentially, it's all down to you to bare your soul.
Whoever the person is, (or people may be) Once you have your foot inside the sliding door, and have sat on the same carriage as their wavelength train- never get off. Unless, you never wanted to get on in the first place.
SK.
Shareen K
