i struggle with the notion of identity.
who am i? i cry into the cosmos. no answer, is the stern reply. and i dance on the temporal tightrope, vaguely knowing who i was, and now, at last, knowing who i want to be, but the elusive "i", in the moment, is impossible to know.
lyrics of songs with forgotten tunes ripple through my mind and i know that this is not my struggle alone. how can i know another, i wonder, if i cannot know myself?
finally, i start to hear the drums and think there is another dance, less familiar. the light and beauty of the room strike me and i turn from the past and embrace the future. the tightrope is the choice, the linear perspective the mistake.
who am i? i cry into the cosmos. no answer, is the stern reply. and i dance on the temporal tightrope, vaguely knowing who i was, and now, at last, knowing who i want to be, but the elusive "i", in the moment, is impossible to know.
lyrics of songs with forgotten tunes ripple through my mind and i know that this is not my struggle alone. how can i know another, i wonder, if i cannot know myself?
finally, i start to hear the drums and think there is another dance, less familiar. the light and beauty of the room strike me and i turn from the past and embrace the future. the tightrope is the choice, the linear perspective the mistake.
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char1es:
How could you go rollerskating without telling me? You're so cold...
silverrevolver:
Well said, but if you focus on the end of the rightrope, and not the place you are standing you are bound to fall.