This image and that title send me to the memory of those moments when I am so utterly bereft that I think I can’t… and then somehow the feeling becomes so pure, so raw that I can just open myself to it and it is somehow a bliss.
I could say that the danger is the possibility that I will take the plunge. But less melodramatic and more truly threatening is the chance that the weariness will send me back to where I was before, to the inauthentic life, to the loss of my sense of self. To the man I was- successful, accomplished, and hollow.
oo successful, accomplished, and hollow. such truth right there. tho i dont know that we can ever go back even if we try. things might look familiar, but the illusion is gone and once awareness sets in, it’s so much harder to pretend otherwise ..
as to weariness, mmm, that is the very thing that keeps me from going back. it’s too dreadful a thought to make the same mistakes for the millionth time. i’m all about new mistakes today ~*~
Can’t go back. Too true. More like falling into a new version of the old sleepwalk.
What I do know is that some dark day ahead, when I feel the gravel beneath my feet slipping away on the precipice, I’m going to recall that so perfect sentence- “I’m all about new mistakes today”- and then I’ll smile, find my footing, and give a silent nod to Miss Rosen.
This image and that title send me to the memory of those moments when I am so utterly bereft that I think I can’t… and then somehow the feeling becomes so pure, so raw that I can just open myself to it and it is somehow a bliss.
A dangerous precipice to walk but what choice?
Tom
beautiful words ~*~
may i ask, what is the danger?
I could say that the danger is the possibility that I will take the plunge. But less melodramatic and more truly threatening is the chance that the weariness will send me back to where I was before, to the inauthentic life, to the loss of my sense of self. To the man I was- successful, accomplished, and hollow.
But not without a fight, that’s for sure.
Tom
oo successful, accomplished, and hollow. such truth right there. tho i dont know that we can ever go back even if we try. things might look familiar, but the illusion is gone and once awareness sets in, it’s so much harder to pretend otherwise ..
as to weariness, mmm, that is the very thing that keeps me from going back. it’s too dreadful a thought to make the same mistakes for the millionth time. i’m all about new mistakes today ~*~
Can’t go back. Too true. More like falling into a new version of the old sleepwalk.
What I do know is that some dark day ahead, when I feel the gravel beneath my feet slipping away on the precipice, I’m going to recall that so perfect sentence- “I’m all about new mistakes today”- and then I’ll smile, find my footing, and give a silent nod to Miss Rosen.
Thanks for this exchange today. A great gift.
Tom
(smile)
peace ~*~
e verdade
sentimentos
obrigado ~*~