zwan said:
Well it's very good.
Now I don't know you, but if you're capable of writing like that, then you certainly have something to live for.
You are very talented, and i'm guessing by the calibre of that verse you're quite intelligent aswel.
Now I'm a writer myself, so I sympathize with your situation.
Been there many many many times and I have to admit life in general isn't enjoyable or pleasurable by any standard.
It's full of people who pander to you, pretend they love you when they really don't know the first thing about you. It really is exhausting.
So why do we bother going on? And I say we, cause every single one of us seem to experience it. It seems that the more intelligent we become the more we don't want to go on living.
Well despite that, there is a lot of good, we just fail to see it. I think it's a flaw in the human condition. We see things as either blessings or curses, and we do idiotic things to cope I.E. Sacrifice virgins, begin wars and draw up imaginary lines to divide territory that in reality really doesn't exist. We're a quirky species.
I digress, I was in a similar situation not to long ago and I think things changed for me when I finally stopped searching for other people's love.
I'll be honest with you, searching for people to love you, is a useless endeavor.
For example.
Say you manage to find love, before January.
It's probably just delaying the inevitable.
This man and/or woman will satisfy you now, but somewhere down the line they
will disappoint you and you will disappoint them. And quite possibly you'll end up worse off then you were before. And if you're like me, you might drown your sorrows in some hallucinogenic substance praying that you overdose and puts you out of your misery.
Don't search for love, if it happens, it happens.
Do you know how many lonely people there are in this world?
Millions!
Why?
Usually because they get in their own way, and expect too much from others.
This is wrong.
But we all do it.
I started looking for happiness in people. However People will always disappoint you, it's a consequence of being human.
The only person you can really count on is yourself.
And this is a hard and tragic lesson a person must learn.
The main problem is you, don't love yourself. In this culture we are taught to have others validate our self worth.
THIS IS WRONG.
You must understand that with all your flaws, You Are Perfect...
This notion is beyond humanistic egoism.
From scientific standpoint, you are a miracle of cells that divides to the archetype of your DNA. When hurt, you heal yourself physically. When a muscle becomes destroyed, it arises in mere hours stronger than it was before. The human body is perfect in it's design and resilience.
However, You say it's not your body, but your soul is fractured and tired from living. But through that pain your soul manifested that verse, which is every bit as beautiful as you are. That one frail verse, opened up the windows of your soul, for a gentle 20 seconds. And all I saw was warmth disguised in grey. This torment of yours has supplied you with a great amount of talent. Do not go the Plath route, she was wasted talent and expression.
Now if you're searching for happiness, I'm sorry that doesn't come easily.
We all have demons.
Sometimes what you're looking for is something you fail to give yourself.
And nothing will matter until you look at that mirror and forgive yourself for whatever you fail to accomplish.
People will always say they love you,
look this whole board rose up to your aid.
However none of that matters.
Because how can they help you when you can't help yourself?
So what really happens?
The more they say and claim that they love you, the more you just want to die.
I know, believe me.
You just have to teach yourself to be strong.
It's a lesson only you can learn by yourself.
When it's all said and done, you'll find out that It's all about the little things.
You ask me what gives me pleasure?
It's a cool breeze on a warm summer day. As cliche as it sounds, it always manages to put a smile on my face.
The feel of cold snow, in the palm of my hands. Or a beautiful memory.
The satisfaction I feel when I finish a song, or the smiles I get when singing in front of an audience.
It's those little things that makes life truly worthwhile.
This world is beautiful, and you should give yourself a chance, so you could truly live,
because from your words, I can tell you've only existed.
Don't be wasted talent
give yourself a chance
To the garden the world anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
Curious here behold my resurrection after slumber,
The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again,
Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous,
My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for
reasons, most wondrous,
Existing I peer and penetrate still,
Content with the present, content with the past,
By my side or back of me Eve following,
Or in front, and I following her just the same.