Why did they write
the greatest love stories
with the most devastating ends?
I wish to understand.
So I closed my eyes
and pictured a scene
without a face.
It was warm,
it was comforting,
it brought smiles into the space.
And in my mind
I thought it was real;
until I noticed-
The staircase to your bedroom.
The carpet in your hall.
The plastic cup for your water.
And turning around-
your face in the mirror.
The cats and kittens that you have at home;
they just push you away don't they?
You share your food and bed with them,
they just quite literally push you away to the point of offending your feelings.
And yet, you shake it off
and let them be.
You put the food out for when they come back;
you wish they come back early.
You feel relieved when in the morning
you open your eyes
and see them curled up at their favorite spot.
Why do we often fail to treat human beings the same way?
Is it true that a piece that touches souls can only be created by souls that have been broken?
An eight-year-old child can create a piece that truly touches the hearts of people because this child understands something that most people do not.
And if you put this child next to others of the same age, more often than not, he has a sheer curtain of "depression" around him, just because he "knows" a little more.
I'm starting to understand this (and please, if you understand otherwise, do share):
We are living a life, bound by the End that remains unknown.
In striving for the Good End, we, all of us will get our souls broken countless times.
It is as if we NEED to get it as broken as possible, into the teeniest tiniest pieces, before we are ready for eternity.
And when put that way, a broken soul and a complete soul are one and the same.
It comes back to how we wish to perceive things, and whether we deem this life or the next as the more important one.
Is this the call to face with bravery the next unknown that is coming?
To rejoice in the deepest sorrow and dance lovingly to the tune of sadness?