Once a dear friend of mine told me that
there are three types of people:
the Normal ones, the Made ones and the Born ones.
"You are something really different if you are a Born one because you are never going to stop
thinking and looking for the... well, for the cause of the human mistake.
On the other hand, if you are a Made one you are going to grow and search only during the time
when you are with the person who "made you", who has to be a "Born" one.
♡ i really enjoy this song .♡
Do you think there's such a thing as a box of lost illusions ,
or a place to all the people we miss or lost in our lives ?
A cemetery inside us all that we keep them in ,
cause why would we ever want to let them go .
and what if there's nothing in it ?
Some people live in their own world ,
and sometimes you see someone trying to get in ,
other times , you see the same person trying to get out .
I don't think people understand that ,
although most of us just want someone
that wants to see what's inside .
Most of the time ,
we are more afraid to let what's on the inside
going outside .
So precious in our unique way ,
we preserve and glorify
and we won't ever let this world corrupt us all .
and we may never . . .
Broken lines, across my mirror
Show my face, all red and bruised
And though I screamed and I screamed,well ..
No one came running
No I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone else
♡ you turned me into someone loved ♡
sometimes , we see something so beautiful
that we have to stop and wonder how
this come into someone's mind to create it
in the first place .
Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing.
It's time we all reach out for something new,
That means you too
I never meant to cause you any sorrow.
I never meant to cause you any pain.
I only wanted to be some kind of friend.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing.
I only wanted to see you underneath the purple rain.
Baby I could never steal you from another.
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
- Mary Oliver, Thirst
Someone I loved gave it to me. The darkness was actually disillusionment,
disappointment, and despair. The box was full of meanness, lies, and deceit.
The first thing I did with this box was glorify it. I gave it pride of place in
my emotional world. I let it consume my thoughts, my heart, and my
mind. Every so often, when I was feeling at my most vulnerable, I opened
it up and peered into the darkness, where I would wail and cry in despair,
pitying myself for being dealt such a dark and horrible blow.
Time passed, and I found myself opening the dark box less often.
Sometimes, I was just too busy with other things to spend the time I knew the
darkness required. Other times, I simply didn’t have the energy to
deal with all those dark emotions. Eventually, I was just bored with the
dark box and it’s perpetual whining.
Then came the day that my thoughts drifted toward the darkness, and I
realized the dark box was no longer there. For a few frenzied moments,
my mind searched for it, but I simply could not conjure it up. A deep sigh of
relief welled within me, and I knew the darkness was gone for good. In
it’s place was a very quiet sense of understanding. peace, and
forgiveness, a sensation that I had never before known, but one I wanted
very much to store up and treasure.
At one time or another, life will hand each one of us a box full of
darkness. It’s important to keep that box around for a while – but not for
too long. Buried deep inside this box is a wealth of insight, compassion, and
self-awareness. When you dig deeply enough to reach this layer,
you’ve found the real buried treasure – the true gift that’s hidden in the darkness.
- yoshi .