It’s when you stand in the absolute blackness of night, your soul, hammered into submission by time’s relentless ravaging, doubt now so manifest you know it’s true, and fear so tangible you can’t find the will to scream, and then, knowing the demon stands behind you, you turn and face it, and in the almost certainty of defeat, you fight the good fight, raging against it with every ounce of you you have left, cos you know being good and true in this life is battle eternal, and right at that moment the act is more important than the outcome… Then you know what it is to true to you.
When I see photos like this I wonder why it is that we crave so diligently things that contradict the beauty so evident! Is it only the lucky few who seek out and live this life where beauty is so innate to one's living who appreciate the levity of their life? We others desire so much 'stuff' that all else is compromised most notably our state of senses, our sense of being, our world so one dimensional that we lose our souls to it's linearity... And in doing so we lose ourselves and the opportunity to appreciate and experience true beauty in the world!
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