One step back; two steps forward.
As long as we are boogieing, and forward is where we are going.
(Haha, seriously, "boogieing".)
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As the rays that bask the foliage in its glory, casting enchanting patterns onto canvased ground, with every second a movement, a moment, do we ever know the finality of what cascades forth our being.
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I don't know where these things come from.
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Been a while since I've visited this place. But here I am again! Couldn't help but recall something I've read in The Bell Jar
"I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow,miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth."
Ironically in the Bell Jar, this narration is just moments before Esther decides to step into the tub along with her gillette blade. Don't wish to spoil further but I guess shadow symbolizes entrapment in this context? Shadow is reflection and originates from the original, but exists without originality. And the only way to break out of this entrapment is to cease from being? Then again, breaking out of this entrapment inculcates nothing. Maybe this entrapment breeds our being; ourselves in relentless struggle to find existence in the schism between our true selves and our identities given by societal definitions. I suppose there's something jovial about this in the end - That we discover purpose and meaning through struggles.
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Sorry for the terribly late and tardy response. I must have missed this somehow.
Shadows and entrapment. There is a way to break out of it. To be in the dark, because in the dark, there are no shadows. For in the dark, we are as with the shadows, and as we are one, there is no shadow, or I, but merely a blanket of invisibility. It's the stepping into light and dark that gets disconcerting, and tiring, and crazy.
Then again, that is the very struggle of humanity, and as they say, being able to rise above it. What are we attempting to rise above. Is the dark so bad? To embrace light with it's shadows. To embrace dark with it's mysteries. They are but states, shades, of being.
Did that make sense?
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