maybe life is about gettin lost... in whatever., in mycase getttin lost in my mess.
as somebody puts it in this profoud fwded msg i received once:
I am a lonely road of broken dreams.. it's a boulevard that i'm searchin for,
these stars are all so dull,.. It's a moon that i'm searchin for;
There is a crowd around me its a 'love' that i'm searching for,
My LIFE is just like aPath,... it's a Destination that i'm searchin for,
Don't know what is exactly that i have LOST.. maybe it's ME that i'm searching for
life is like the arrivals lounge of an airport, at first it seems so cheerful, positive energies flyin around, unlike the morose and contrasting air of the departures lounge. But as u stand their u see ppl crying as greet the ones they were waiting for, but not all cry in happiness, some may cry out of the dismal circumstances they are there for, some maybe their to attend a wedding, some maybe their with thier firstborn baby to share the joy with their families, while others maybe thier to be besides s loved one's sickbed, there are those are welcomed by whole congregations and whole loving families are there to greet with showering flowers, but then their are those too who come out but dont find anyone waiting for them, and the flicker of expectations in thier eyes is just put out, da thing is as you spend a while there(however long that maybe) you realize it isn't what u initially thought it was, but you lose yourself there anyway, and forget about the departures lounge, which is your actual and ultimate destination.
then there are those questions that spring up in your mind, why are we even here in this lounge???why are we witnessing all this?? why this test of better judgement ?? why this test of patience, and faith and truth?? why oh why??
i've pondered over these questions and guess will continue pondering for some time to come, and to find the answers i wanna be alone on that sea shore, and just give in to fierce waves thrashing across the shore, and let it take me wherever it may... Maybe i'll find or lose
who knows?? not me.
Solitude is not tragical.You see solitude is starkly differnt from loneliness. for while lonely you long for someone; someone’s company, but in solitude you dont, for in solitude it is you for yourself and that is all that you long for. Solitude is beautiful because choose to be alone, unlike loneliness where you would give anything to not be alone. Those who have experienced this craving for solitude they must know how calm you feel and how you can reflect on things.
i find this extract, from Katherine Philips’ La Solitude de St. Amant, very profound and deep:
O! Solitude, my sweetest choice
Places devoted to the night,
Remote from tumult, and from noise,
How you my restless thoughts delight!
O Heavens! what content is mine,
To see those trees which have appear’d
From the nativity of Time,
And which hall ages have rever’d,
To look to-day as fresh and green,
As when their beauties first were seen!
AZ
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