Mellenkahlee
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Friday, November 05, 2004
Living A Shorter Life Zort from URL @ 9:15 PM Living a shorter life... Have you ever had the feeling that you are the only being on earth? That perhaps only you have the right to breathe? The intense selfishness that almost obliterates any other judgement? I have. Not recently, but I definatly have felt that mix between hate, and selfishness. And looking back on those days, those feelings, and those wants... I find myself utterly repulsed. Not just at myself, but at humankind altogether. I know I'm not the only one to have felt hate, and it disgusts me. Because not only is a person in a really bad mood, or sometimes dangerous in those moments, they are also taking up valuable "space for emotion". Now by space for emotion, I mean that you can only feel one or two feelings at a time, and even in that instant that you may think you feel two things at once, they only blend together forming a new emotion. And since you can only feel one feeling at a time, it takes up a small slice of your life, and holds it hostage during that period. It uses a small "space for emotion". Now back to the subject, a SFE is very valuable, and not to be wasted, which is exactly what you are doing when you use that SFE for hate, or selfishness. You could have used that very SFE to harbor love and care. So when anyone expresses hate, it doesn't only hurt me to be on the opposing end of that volitile emotion, but it angers me that they threw their SFE away on something so unbenificial as that. As brothers and sisters living together we can't afford to waste our time on hate towards eachother. By expressing love instead of selfishness we extend our lives by not "sleeping" through it with hate. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda ::!~ Trying to Smile ~!::
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