Have you ever wondered what it would be to do the things you are finding yourself courently incapable of?
Going through life, each one of us finds something which we wish we had the capability of doing. For me, the ability to speak that which I cannot.
We wish so hard to be able to speak words that could fully cover the aspects of the thought you wish someone would see. And often you are hardly able to cover a mere tenth of a tenth of what you really wish to convey. To make up for the inability, a ton of useless, aimless words flood out and quickly cover you making a thumbnail of someone you are not. The image stays in the mind of others and you are quickly categorized as someone you are not.
Thoughts that are kept in the mind are fully alive, yet after the mishap of a faulty executive line of explanation, they die only to turn into a ghost of forgotten images you weren’t able to portray, haunting you, reminding you of the chances you ruined.
Time doesn’t forgive. Opportunities at times are only once in a life time. People tend only to have very few open doors to the same person, once they are closed, you are lucky enough to peer through the window of the life of one who once you shared all. The ghost of the thoughts the live on to haunt come again and again to thrust you down. Will you then get up?
The strength to get up is almost fogged by the feeling of an incapable “me”. To even try to be who you always wished to be, is dissolved by the “acid” of an hipnotyzing, ruined end. Yet a glimmer still lingers in the sideline of the peripheral sight. The glimmer stands up on the bleachers of the heart and cheers you on as if you were winning the fight you have yet to begin. The smile you have forgotten you had flashes infront of you, but the sight of a ruined present has rushed in to fill your view. Yet you have a desision to make.
The desision to get up and press forward triggers the single, yet live strand left to your mind, and the fight begins. Not as quick as we wish for, the struggle is real, we fight each day to be the one we set out to be. We only look back to ask forgiveness of those we have hurt and turn to press on.
Will you be brave to get up and stare life in the eyes and let it know that there is nothing less you will give it but “The Best of Me”.
(Blurred Swiss lights. 2015)
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