(A bit) Sick and (really) tired of judgemental sighs and sarcastic laughters blooming our of people’s short-sightedness and their inability to grasp differences and to see beyond the comfortable familiarity of their repetitive age old cognitive (so to speak) processes.
More often then not, it is not their choice to live a life confined to what was expected of them (a painful reality around which their own expectations of their lives have been built) which is frustrating. What is frustrating is when eyes which fed only from the twinkling light somehow perceived from the tunnel of their narrowed existence deny the need of others to want to fly to the moon and stars. What is frustrating is not, by any means, their self imposed celibacy with their own destiny and the fulfilment of their own existence. What is depressing however, is their inability to understand that beyond living a life when one exists only through the approval of foreign eyes, lies a life that does not happen, but that chooses to become. And in order to experience this gift, which everyone has not only a right to experience but a duty to do so, one must rise above those judmental sighs and sarcastic laughters and climb the mountain of their own fears and doubts in order to bewildered by the infinite depth of their own imagination.
Rise from your ashes, walk on the dust beneath which you will sleep forever, burn in the light for there’s no truth in shadows, and above all, do not judge yourself in measures foreign to your soul. You were made out of light, and only light can carry you higher.