As I sit inside the teacher's room waiting for the raindrops to hit the ground, it struck me. I am in a bit of a pickle, these things (raindrops and rainyseason) used to give me some sort of release and inspiration towards life. It gives me achance to reflect and recollect thoughts and strings of happy happy moments as well as sad and lonely times. It is indeed therapeutical and medical in a way.
Now, I just stare at them, just a blank empty stare. I see nothing but wet trees and wet grounds. I don't think it can get any better than this. I feel like I'm already going with the flow. I once had a class in my sophomore days in high school that talked about some or most of the caterpillars going with the flow. It means just going at it without any question or remorse. You just have to do it,you just have to act your age, be the person that people around you expects you to be. I have never been so confused in my life, so suppressed and so conformed. I'm even learning a new language not to mention new gestures and habits. Making matters worse, I find myself asking " is this the end of me? ", the end of Iceman,Chris rock, The Mystery Man. In life ending one's means ending passion means ending every piece and part of you.
Going back to the rain, I want and I long to find myself again staring at those raindrops with the happiest and the most colorful of thoughts, being able to find release and inspiration with every drop that falls from the dark clouds on a gloomy day.
Now, I just stare at them, just a blank empty stare. I see nothing but wet trees and wet grounds. I don't think it can get any better than this. I feel like I'm already going with the flow. I once had a class in my sophomore days in high school that talked about some or most of the caterpillars going with the flow. It means just going at it without any question or remorse. You just have to do it,you just have to act your age, be the person that people around you expects you to be. I have never been so confused in my life, so suppressed and so conformed. I'm even learning a new language not to mention new gestures and habits. Making matters worse, I find myself asking " is this the end of me? ", the end of Iceman,Chris rock, The Mystery Man. In life ending one's means ending passion means ending every piece and part of you.
Going back to the rain, I want and I long to find myself again staring at those raindrops with the happiest and the most colorful of thoughts, being able to find release and inspiration with every drop that falls from the dark clouds on a gloomy day.
1 comment:
be the butterfly and fly away :D
i think the answer to your question
is..its not the end of you..being alive..life i think has more to offer
your passion (what ever it is) is in a standstill...therefore you should decide whether to continue it or not..if you truly believe that it is your calling then i would suggest do it where ever you are right now, i think there's a place for your passion to grow and be even better..its not the place that would make everything better..your passion would make you better as human being living in this world..:D
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