Crytallize
In all the years of growing up, becoming a woman, slowly and as surely as time moves on without a care as to who abides by the clock and who doesn’t, many things crystallize in our minds, all at once. Though I do not stand here to enumerate my many feelings, it feels quite pleasant to release frustrations and fears which plague me, and others I’m sure, mercilessly.
However, to deal with those absurd doubts in a logical, and statistically understandable manner could not be more unappealing to me than had someone placed a dish of some unthinkable delicacy beneath my nose that caused a wave of nausea to rise like a tide in my being. I sometimes feel that life has something to offer me, which I am undeserving of.
One’s parents will always believe that only a prince is sufficient for their daughter, and that is what the Almighty has hidden from the prying eyes of society. But it is up to the daughter, being the pragmatic girl that she is, to twirl her head around the idea, and then shake her head and say,
“Stop dreaming, my beloved”.
And yet, even knowing this, there are those out there, poised, beautiful young women, who, despite knowing what the world may have to offer, still dream of that knight in shining armor, the one who so capably can support them on his strength, and will, and who will never tire of looking at them with love, and adoration in his heart, and eyes, but at the same time, will have an inflexible will, which only they will be able to bend. It seems a fanciful dream to most, I’m sure. And yet, where would the world be without dreams, and imaginings of beautiful castles, and wonderful endings.
As cruel and demanding as the world is, it has allowed for sheer moments of beauty and awe-inspiring happiness to creep in slowly, and brighten the darkness which threatens to completely overtake it. I refuse to give in to pragmatism, to believe that right, and proper are the only two ways to live, and that giving in to bouts of complete insanity will never be considered right. After all, without those wonderful quirks, how would we be, well, we?
It seems odd, to be writing about princes, and right and wrong, but perhaps, on the inside, there is always another person hidden, whom we try so hard to hide. I refuse not to let my other side be given freedom. If we do not accept all of what we are, then we do not accept who we are, which amounts to not being happy with ourselves.
For those out there who are able to look out the window in the morning, and laugh in sheer artless joy over absolutely nothing more than the sun rising, cheers to you!
Cheers!
However, to deal with those absurd doubts in a logical, and statistically understandable manner could not be more unappealing to me than had someone placed a dish of some unthinkable delicacy beneath my nose that caused a wave of nausea to rise like a tide in my being. I sometimes feel that life has something to offer me, which I am undeserving of.
One’s parents will always believe that only a prince is sufficient for their daughter, and that is what the Almighty has hidden from the prying eyes of society. But it is up to the daughter, being the pragmatic girl that she is, to twirl her head around the idea, and then shake her head and say,
“Stop dreaming, my beloved”.
And yet, even knowing this, there are those out there, poised, beautiful young women, who, despite knowing what the world may have to offer, still dream of that knight in shining armor, the one who so capably can support them on his strength, and will, and who will never tire of looking at them with love, and adoration in his heart, and eyes, but at the same time, will have an inflexible will, which only they will be able to bend. It seems a fanciful dream to most, I’m sure. And yet, where would the world be without dreams, and imaginings of beautiful castles, and wonderful endings.
As cruel and demanding as the world is, it has allowed for sheer moments of beauty and awe-inspiring happiness to creep in slowly, and brighten the darkness which threatens to completely overtake it. I refuse to give in to pragmatism, to believe that right, and proper are the only two ways to live, and that giving in to bouts of complete insanity will never be considered right. After all, without those wonderful quirks, how would we be, well, we?
It seems odd, to be writing about princes, and right and wrong, but perhaps, on the inside, there is always another person hidden, whom we try so hard to hide. I refuse not to let my other side be given freedom. If we do not accept all of what we are, then we do not accept who we are, which amounts to not being happy with ourselves.
For those out there who are able to look out the window in the morning, and laugh in sheer artless joy over absolutely nothing more than the sun rising, cheers to you!
Cheers!
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