It has occurred to me that I have allowed myself to forget myself. There is a gravity to the mundane, when you drift too near to it, you are drawn closer and closer, not noticing that you have stopped moving. We begin to lose ourselves, forgetting the things that have moved us forward, forgetting ourselves and the poetry in our lives. We become blind to beauty, deaf to truth and our voices are lost to silence.
I am less when I stop seeing, when I let my eyes become clouded by the concrete and steel of our society. When I stop looking outward, I also stop looking into myself. My inner world reflects how I see the outer world. Yet today, something reminded me of this, it was a thing of beauty that pierced my shell of disparity and reminded me that I am more than I appear to be: Even to myself.
If this Blog is anything, it is a letter to myself. A route for the many facets of ...who I am to communicate to ...who I am. It is a thing of hope and a route on my journey, another path for me to follow.
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