Life can be described as if life is like a coin, the sides
of the coin can explain how I wish to be seen, what others see, and the thin reality.
I can put efforts into what I wish others would see, the
person, the man, the father, the artist, these efforts are still only what I
wish, but that wish is what I hold as myself.
Others will only see that which they are looking for, that description
can be as chiseled as that of what “I wish”. It is that which they seek,
totally personal to each as they look.
The thin reality, is the thin side of common ground between “the
wish” and “the seek”. It is set with folly and expectations, the fears, the
dreams play equally in the hammering of the thinness. Yet it is the only part
of the life, “the coin” I value for it is the only thing I really share.
Alas, My folly in this is I am neither the giant of my
dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears. Neither can I be for another.
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