Who are you? And what if you lived forever? Will your essential self change after 250 years? 500 years? A thousand? Will you hurl yourself toward self-destruction and eventual annihilation, or if given enough time, will you eventually understand Everything and eventually achieve enlightenment, nirvana? Will you evolve, or devolve? Go to war, or turn the other cheek? Say, "I am sorry," or throw downy pillows around your ego?
Will you still get light and giddy with the promise of a chocolate ice-cream milkshake, or will your tongue, after several dozen centuries of gnawing, chewing, tasting, settle in for the sour bitterness of your shoe? Once you literally have seen it all, will you become bored, or will you be comforted? Will you harbor these pangs for your beloved forever, or is fading from one another inevitable in the boundless space of eternity? Will timelessness amplify distortions and delusions of your memories, or give you enough time to remember with clarity? Once broken, how long will your heart take to heal if life isn't short, and you have plenty of time to waste?
Will you grow weary of your voice that's too deep, your face that's too pointy, or your hair that's too frizzy? Or will your imperfections become meaningless? Will you accept yourself for who you are?
Who are you, again?
Will you prize only the new, the fabulous, the novel, the defiant? Or will mundane things like little white napkins drying on your clothesline beside the lilac bush still have the power to make you pause? How about a fluttering butterfly with wings of iridescent azure? The sight of fuzzy kittens, or baby turtles? A full arc of a rainbow? A purple and crimson sunrise over vast blue sea? What will it take to stop you in your tracks?
Who are you, again?
Will you prize only the new, the fabulous, the novel, the defiant? Or will mundane things like little white napkins drying on your clothesline beside the lilac bush still have the power to make you pause? How about a fluttering butterfly with wings of iridescent azure? The sight of fuzzy kittens, or baby turtles? A full arc of a rainbow? A purple and crimson sunrise over vast blue sea? What will it take to stop you in your tracks?
With a never ending, who will you become?
Foto taken in our garden with analog Polaroid SX-70.
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the simple things will become second nature and the murky confusion of our mind's lake will become clear and still. We'll rejoice in every ripple emanating from the leaves that fall overhead and admire the graceful fluidity of our swift-moving thoughts... thank you for this post!
so to paraphrase you....simple, clear, still, rejoice, admire, fluidity...like it! thanks!
i walked into a coffee beans to be greeted by a sign that reads, "if you know that you will not fail, what would you do with your life?" after a healthy dose of eye rolling (god knows i was twitching for a caffeine fix), the answer came to me, "sleep". not quite the pearl of wisdom your blog rightfully calls for but once again, i need coffee. will be glad to enjoy the chewiness of my shoes for a coffee drips.
This reminds me of the movie Groundhog's Day, where he has a bit of eternity and takes up playing the piano and all this other stuff he never had time for. I think that's what it would be like, you could become master of so many things.
Oh, and like anonymous said, sleep. never have to worry about time.
Ahem! hate to point out the obvious but it's been too long without a new post. (-;
as much as I agree with anonymous, I think being a respectful audience member requires grace and patience.
as much as i'd agree with bhair, i think that squeaky wheel gets the oil. however, in this case, i squeaked and there's still no oil. i shall patiently wait for the next installment. but grace is not my friend and so, there's no hope in that.(-; seriously though, bhair, i'm just being an annoying smart alec. i'm glad that you're looking out for her.(-: point taken and appreciated.
you guys are right! way overdue! soon, i promise!
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