“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
The Sparrow was born
It grew and matured
The sparrow left the nest.
To follow its dreams
and travel the world
and find what it loved best
But what it found
distressed it so,
it ever kept represses
For what if found
that it loved best
was waiting at its nest
The sun is very proud. He is loud, and obnoxious, and thinks everything revolves around him. People have never helped his ego, they've worshipped him, given him names, built shrines to him. The people lie outside and soak up in his "gift to the world." Sure, melanoma is a great gift. Happy Birthday grandpa, he's some skin cancer! The sun and the moon have a bit of a love-hate relationship. By love-have I mean, the moon loves and the sun hates. Another of his brilliant qualities. What else do you expect from an obligation marriage, opposites don't always attract. Anyway, the sun always thinks his part of the world is better and people begin to listen. They don't appreciate the night, they think things do not happen at night, but night is just as beautiful as day. Some say its even better. Every night the moon looks down upon a quiet world where hidden beauties come out. She sees the beauty that comes with silence. The animals, so adapted to the glow she gives Earth. The ocean, following her like a lowly solider following his commander. Her and the stars watch as the quiet fairness of the world in darkness emerges. The poor moon, quiet and lovely, has been shot down by her husband. That is what over confident people do, the kill the meek. She loves and respects her husband and never thinks badly of him. Except as one part of the day, her only enjoyment, sunset. She watched as the sun bows to her and leaves to let her reign the night. The sun bows as pain vibrates through him and finally leaves the sky. The sun is very proud. But even the proud must bow to the quiet strength of the passive.
Imagine if people couldn't talk. The pain the world feels from cruel words would be gone. Words can hurt just as badly as any bullet wound, no matter who you are. We all tell kids that sticks and stone can break our bones but words can never hurt us. And at the time you're saying it, sure it seems like a better option than letting the kids confidence diminish. But is it true? If words were stopped, would people be happier? Some say that silence is a great healer. Silence can not physically heal you, but mentally, sometimes its better not to say anything, to keep silence. To save someones feelings, to save them from embarrassment and pain. So in a way, silence is a great healer. It can help let people understand themselves without the opinions of those around them. That is what is important, understanding yourself and appreciating everything about you. And when there is silence, you can heal yourself of the toxins around you.
Have you ever wanted something so bad you could feel the longing. An empty feeling in your chest just knowing that you will never be able to reach what you want. The Milky Way Galaxy is 5.9 x 10 to the 17th miles in diameter; 100,000 light years across. Imagine that emptiness. Imagine the lump in your throat, the sting of tears in your eyes, the whole in your chest when you realize it is a lost cause.
Stand on one side of the galaxy. Look across. You will never reach what you are longing for. Even if you make it half way through you will be sucked into a black hole like Charybdis sinks boats into the ocean. You have no Scylla, no other option. Your wish, your desire, your longing all being pulled around you with light, stars, time, space. Forever being pulled in a galaxy of longing.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
