Sunday, June 9, 2019

No Man is an Island

Dreaming, as introverts do, of a place with no human contact
At first seems a tempting proposition; so much easier that facing our fears and rejections.
Yet we were not made for a deserted island.

Waiting, as impatient humans do, for solitude and separation that we might do as we please;
Not governed by rules or outside influences; eager to immerse ourselves in the ecstasy of creativity.
Yet what good are all those masterpieces without someone to admire and appreciate them?

Hoping, as is the custom of those without hope, to rest from strife and seek solitude’s embrace,
Where we can never be disappointed in ourselves and or face the agony of regret, sounds like paradise.
Yet without pain, life is merely existence; a living drudgery coaxing us forward to our inevitable demise.

Embracing, as carefree lovers lost in time, grants us assurance that the sting of pain and
Suffering will not prevail; even death cannot shade us from the brilliance of our miraculous humanity.
Yet when we try to contemplate life’s glorious wonder, we are left speechless and can only sit in quiet silence and appreciate the steady beat of our hearts.

Living, as many seek but few understand, is never understood in the context of
Everyday chores, rules, and menial tasks, but through honor, valor, strength, and sacrifice.
Yet that which we avoid is that which takes us from merely breathing to taking our breath away.

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