The storm is still raging on around me, I don’t know how but I manage to find my footing and crawl to the place where my Tower once stood, the caved in derelict just a shadow of its former self now slowly crumbling away, in front of me, that which protected me for 7 years is now broken, but in reality it feels like I am broken. The debris is scattered across the entire place, and the storm makes everything un-salvageable. All the stuff I want to protect is now destroyed. All the stuff that hunted me in my final moments in the Tower is no more.
(A mixed emotion, that of deep regret and freedom now smothers me, for the second time after being outside I am acutely aware of the rain, the spray of water on my self, washing all the hurtful memories away. As the last brick also slowly crumbles away into nothing, the regret vanishes; it is like being born again, its intoxicating, the feeling of having survived the storm and no longer being a prisoner to my memories.)
The storm of storms as I had once thought of it is now a gentle rain, like a warm shower on a cold day, the feeling of joy that it gives is overwhelming. My endless debates with my self as to whether SHE was the one, whether SHE was the answer to the enigma that is me, are now the basis of my nascent dogma. Abraham Lincoln once said “The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present”, but mine is based on a stormy past which eventually leads towards something new and different. The way ahead now for me after a long time is bright. The light is now what I welcome.
Every thing comes back around, maybe there will be more storms, but the sun will eventually come out like it has now.
If this has taught me any thing it would be 2 things, one primary fact that Life is not about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain, and secondly that one should not attach oneself to things that one cannot let go in 30 seconds.
My dogma, etched out in stone is a constant reminder of my past. You can say that it is the very last brick of my tower, some thing that cannot be forgotten and should not be forgotten…
(A mixed emotion, that of deep regret and freedom now smothers me, for the second time after being outside I am acutely aware of the rain, the spray of water on my self, washing all the hurtful memories away. As the last brick also slowly crumbles away into nothing, the regret vanishes; it is like being born again, its intoxicating, the feeling of having survived the storm and no longer being a prisoner to my memories.)
The storm of storms as I had once thought of it is now a gentle rain, like a warm shower on a cold day, the feeling of joy that it gives is overwhelming. My endless debates with my self as to whether SHE was the one, whether SHE was the answer to the enigma that is me, are now the basis of my nascent dogma. Abraham Lincoln once said “The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present”, but mine is based on a stormy past which eventually leads towards something new and different. The way ahead now for me after a long time is bright. The light is now what I welcome.
Every thing comes back around, maybe there will be more storms, but the sun will eventually come out like it has now.
If this has taught me any thing it would be 2 things, one primary fact that Life is not about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain, and secondly that one should not attach oneself to things that one cannot let go in 30 seconds.
My dogma, etched out in stone is a constant reminder of my past. You can say that it is the very last brick of my tower, some thing that cannot be forgotten and should not be forgotten…
