. . . gaze in an unusual type of hue. A certain vision; a split-view and a one-of-a-kind simplified tune you hum out of the blue. Beyond the sadness, lies a masquerade and a different kind of symphony that only a beholder with a pure heart can actually hear. It's a song--far from the cries of creaturely nymphs' temptations to a sailor; the crystal howl of a weeping mother loosing her child; the aching desires of a unrequited love that never did last--somewhat loosely deciphered, something vague and poignant when utterly felt.
It's the rhythm of one's heartbeating.
The cave-like symphonies of this heart are like whispers of tiny spectrum of several emotions verging into one point. As sadness and laughter melds to an astonishing virtue; a seemingly unique smile that only the beholder can actually suggest.
Into several beats, heartbeats that branches out into several emotions which intertwine with the rest. A loophole to the chest that cradles the very thought of the least you didn't expect to feel.
Likewise, the inner core is where the center of what's true lies. Foreshadowed by a disguise that only a few can significantly see--that beneath the barrier fence just beneath the shallow surface--her eyes gives off a certain dew.
Dews that rains the half-full (fool) mind, half-empty hand?
Foolish was the mind penetrating to fill in this amply hand. A wishful thinking about the great expectations of what life should be. As the pursuit to happiness leaves a step of knowing for those who seeks it.
So into the dim-lit tunnel, we march our feet to where it leads. To follow the light and behold what there is. The light may frighten the daunt wanderer yet only the curious bearer will purge to cut the mold.
And the blinding light thus blinds the eyes and set sore.
Still, the blinding light that you thought may spill or kill your existence, may one day spare your very own soul.
So, will you be the daunt wanderer? Or rather the curious bearer?The wanderer that stays safely inside the cave in contentment or be the curious one under the blinding light, heads out to see what's outside the cave to see what lies beyond; just to hear anew found song....
So which of the two are you?
Like what that usual famous book says. . . "Choose your own adventure!"
Disclaimer: If you had your PHILO101 at college (you'll understand what I mean)
A friend of mine posted this last night . . .
How do you know if you're valued?It's when people do things for you, not because they have to,but because they really want to see you happy.
. . . .this inspired me to write this entry. . . hence, the only thing I have earlier was just the title phrase, an idea and nothing more.
But with that I have this one last thing to say. . .
Lest, happiness has a very broad meaning to it, what matters truly is to how you share that happiness within you--It's like sharing the inner light of your soul--so light the candle of your heart as you shine a light to those other dim-hearted one's you'll meet along the way.
