| Monday |
| a bag of emotions sitting and waiting to be poured out |
the grim news hit me hard yet it seemed so distant a year ago. such bleak possibilities seemed impossible at that time, but it is now slowly closing in on me day by day. reality takes its time to settle in. as news and discussions of those who are unaffected surround me, even those who i consider close seem not to realise that it only makes my day even harder to bear. i forgive them for they are currently uninfluenced. i remain silent as it seems unreasonable to pour out feelings to those who fail to feel the same.
isolated and alone. affected yet powerless to change.
As the old man walked the beach at dawn,
he noticed a young man ahead of him picking up starfish and flinging them into the sea.
finally, catching up to the youth, he asked why he was doing this. the answer was that the stranded starfish would die if left in the morning sun.
"but the beach goes on for miles and there are millions of starfish" countered the other. "how can your efforts make any difference?"
the young man looked at the starfish in his hand and then threw him safely into the waves. "it makes a difference to this one," he said.
standing alone, even one can make a huge difference. but to stand up against the odds and be that person seem unthinkable. i am trying hard but with no true guidance, understanding, and support from those around, i find myself marching on the spot and getting no where.
but be not afraid of going slowly, fear only of standing still.
---even turtles move---
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posted by sciurine @ 10:55 PM   |
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How uplifting. Did you write that poem? Slightly depressing but good nonetheless.
Is this post a reflection of your current emotional state? 'Cos it's the opposite of mine!
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It sure is a reflection of my feelings, but now that phase had passed. Thankfully. I am feeling 110% right now and I'm sure to blog about it soon!
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How uplifting. Did you write that poem? Slightly depressing but good nonetheless.
Is this post a reflection of your current emotional state? 'Cos it's the opposite of mine!