She walked in a plush overcoat, looking confident, which could easily be mistaken for overconfidence by the audience. She poured her damaged heart in front of him. He replied "you weren't".
This is precisely how things should be. Damaged, open, expectant, hopeful.... determined, sure, and blunt. I have been meaning to write about this very essence for a while now, conflicting my own evolving thoughts each time which in turn nullified the thoughts leading up to it. I wanted to propose to be bold, open, brazen, expectant and unprepared but at the same time I wanted to warn about the outcomes. Now I have the answer finally, or so I think? Until I contradict/challenge myself, bear my inquisitiveness. There is no other way of life than exploring the possibilities of 'what may' while secretly hoping for the utterly unrealistic. However, there is no preparing for the brutal reality either. Does that mean we be cautious to the extent that our raw thoughts muffle themselves to oblivion? The guardrails set for us are already misleading enough to fog our most potent thoughts. Shouldn't we be the ones to allow them their magic?
It takes an awfully long time for the magic of uncertainty to unfold, each milestone reminding us of its fragility. This should be a reason enough for us to be open to hurt.
Now, as for the outcome, I wouldn't have it any other way - unapologetically blunt.
This is precisely how things should be. Damaged, open, expectant, hopeful.... determined, sure, and blunt. I have been meaning to write about this very essence for a while now, conflicting my own evolving thoughts each time which in turn nullified the thoughts leading up to it. I wanted to propose to be bold, open, brazen, expectant and unprepared but at the same time I wanted to warn about the outcomes. Now I have the answer finally, or so I think? Until I contradict/challenge myself, bear my inquisitiveness. There is no other way of life than exploring the possibilities of 'what may' while secretly hoping for the utterly unrealistic. However, there is no preparing for the brutal reality either. Does that mean we be cautious to the extent that our raw thoughts muffle themselves to oblivion? The guardrails set for us are already misleading enough to fog our most potent thoughts. Shouldn't we be the ones to allow them their magic?
It takes an awfully long time for the magic of uncertainty to unfold, each milestone reminding us of its fragility. This should be a reason enough for us to be open to hurt.
Now, as for the outcome, I wouldn't have it any other way - unapologetically blunt.
"There is nothing more pathetic than caution,
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own"
- Mary Oliver
- Mary Oliver
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