Come Again?
Introspection; my
dear old friend graces me with her visits, unexpected yet pleasant. She always arrives
bearing gifts, precious on her each visit, subsequent. And thus, she graciously
extends her warm trust unto me, and I cannot help but kindly return it,
likewise.
The steady hands in the tickling clock hanging on the wall, turn dutifully half a dozen times…, yet indifferent we, we eagerly learn
from each other, as equals.
And so, her eclectic
vision guides my thoughts, and my humble perception explores her depths.
Knowing her, conversing with her mind; beautifully
inquisitive unlike any other, I realized I changed naturally without that
constant need that haunted my past self. Realizing it further… my heart beats “Life”
Life, it never was, is, or will be, about perfection, the perceived epitome of
the being that I was trying to be! Yet failing, so spectacularly, I cherish the
moment that I am, at this very moment, I come to terms with..,
Life.
Life is about living, experiencing, and realizing..,
We can be more, even
when we are less.
In its ever-changing reflection, we see infinity, the
possibilities of ourselves, the good, the bad, and the gray
Yet, we grasp the one that fits, not ideal
And so, each day for
us is a new day,
Though, we are not
meant to be perfect,
Though, we are not meant to be anything, more or less
Living a life, one day at a time
Inevitably, is it not enough?
The truth, a solemn
truth is…
…it is in part, surviving
in my imperfect being arising from my ignorance, my mistakes, and my
selfishness
…it is in the rest, reconciled
in their acceptance, stemmed so naturally with knowledge and experience shared
Parting so
beautifully, the two bifurcations the selfish I and the accepting I
They give way to the enduring
“me”, transforming.., us, in process, knowing in time we will definitely find
solace, the contentment in ourselves, the true selves…, for what we seek as
true is not in the external but in our selves, as true as one can be.,
The seemingly
impossible is not impossible anymore,
As I explore, with
her, my dear old friend; introspection,
Among the murky memories that haunt my nights keeping me awake, truth, there, there..,
Beyond the purview of
my comfort zone, my mind braved,
In the imperfection of
my being, then I found myself
And by finding myself,
I could finally accept… who I am
Not who I was or will
be.
Just…I am.
Who would I rather be? than be, me, myself
Neither among nor
apart
Neither blind nor one who
can so see
I let them in, the grains
of truth in the infinite stars
Stars, that is as part
of me, as much as part of you and beings, living-breathing all over the continent,
the entire world, and maybe beyond… the solar system, the Milky Way, and the
entire universe, their existence holds me as an alibi of this moment in their
familiar yet forgettable presence, as is mine. Letting me live, respecting my
choices, observing but not judging. At this very moment, I am more than some
guy, some sapient, some living, a speck of irrelevance in human history, I
am part of the greater whole, a grain of truth in the stars.
A grain of truth in
the stars, who found someone as similar and as different as “me”
In this era, this very
second of the tickling hands of the clock, I welcome her, my dearest old
friend,
Introspection, Come again?
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