Lesson of Life
Age five. A child wakes to play drifting away into her imaginary state of mind. Feeling better than fine as she's blinded by fantasy skies too dazed behind those glimmering eyes of hope to see the pain of reality. This rocky terrain feared by many. Yet unseen by children living a life from the hope within. Age thirteen. A child wakes and life is.. different. Being called a teen. Not a child, not an adult but an in between. Confused and feeling unseen by the world fearing is THIS the reality? Moving out of that imaginary stage and into the background of the play. Gazing at the earth, hostile towards mother and father screaming, "I didn't ask for you to give birth to me!" Aging is inevitable and out of our control. How depressing it can be stuck in the middle, not even wanting to be seen because we are just the in between. As adults run around cackling, Oh they don't know anything they are just teens! They are the worst generation in society!" Age eighteen. Weightless and free drifting into the world of adulthood. How grateful a feeling to finally be understood. No. Thats a joke. A hoax set out by the world that your are now a free adult able to post your own opinion. To play your own role. You do not become easily understood as adult, but you gain understanding. A feeling better than any wish that could be granted. Learning that you carry old pieces of you through your journey. The five year old of childhood teaches you to always keep that sparkle in your eye of hope to arise and to your surprise it could bring faith to others lives at the roughest of times. The misunderstood teen. Carries a lesson that no part of you is ever missing the only reason you may be lead to depression is because of misconception that is always able to be redirected to a brighter mindset. Entering adulthood. A lesson that what is old is still good. What's antique still holds memories from the ages of written stories on pages filled with history of love and hate and the great thing is, they still exist! Through the ink on paper written by the pen in your fist with the flick of the wrist its printed still in vein. To reminisce on during the fearfulness of rocky terrain. So slow your pace long enough to let the seconds of the clock soak into your silk skin, reminiscing unforgettable memories that embody who you have become. Feel that warm embrace of the sun. See the lights of the world is on your side because in my mind. You never live to die, you live to feel alive.
Copyright © Lindsay Dubey | Year Posted 2015
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