Picture courtesy of Rachel Bray..poem made by me. |
I wonder what people may think and what comes first to their mind when they see this picture. Will they say just a usual bench along the sea borders? Or just a picture taken to commemorate something special that had happened on this part of the world? Or will there be other conotations that people might think about the picture?
Lovers of art pieces would see this picture as a symbol of "being alone", isolation, problem. Some others would say this is a picture of beauty, enlightenment and memories.
I see this picture as an example of "troubled mind".
Imagine yourself sitting in front of the beach. Alone. Your mind is in a commotion. Or worst ,tears are sliding down your cheeks.
When you are alone and seems like the world is turning its back on you, you seem to search for a place to burst out your loneliness. We all have our favorite places to hide ourselves from the world. We have definite step-ahead hide outs whenever we are so down and needs a time to ease the trouble we have inside. Thats one fact about living in this world.
I would rather stay in a quiet place and read books whenever i got some mind-boggling thoughts wrapping my life. The silent type who never interferes some other elses times just for a chit chat and just to win the lime-light from everybody. Its no use to utter those issues within you to people who are actually not seeing and feeling it. Thats a hard time explaining. Yes we do get nods of positivity and sympathy. Oftentimes, we hear things from their mouths but accept the fact that those are just plain words that well travel from your left ear and passes through the right ear and will not stay in our mind.
Some people say i am a good listener. Yes I am and i love listening to people. Its one pretty tough job to put yourself in someone elses shoes before giving them the best knowledge you can share after all the tall tale and story telling sessions. Why is it so hard? Coz you need fabrications of positive thoughts with a little of negativity in it. You find it hard how to please someone with your words so you tend to elaborate, give examples and thoroughly putting all those thoughts in someone elses mind but will only end out nothing of it is worthy.
I am a good listener but i dont want other to hear me out so i tend to isolate myself from people whom i know who can share their valued time with me. But i am not that type who wants more sympathy from all my friends. There are people though who i can share those thoughts bugging me and unfortunately there are few in my list.
Why do i tell you this? Its because i just wanna let you know that is okay to be a "man" sometimes. Its okay too isolate yourself sometimes and Its not okay to talk much when nobody is listening. One great lesson to learn about life is to be being you. Remember that when you came in this world, a lot of people was happy enough to see you but as you take your journey, you will stand on your own feet. They are just some people who will guide you and will lead you to the right way but still it is you who choose your path. We are actually just walking with our two bare feet. We are not destined to walk with some other else's feet.
For times like you wanna go alone for about a day or two, i know you have your first option to go. I have a place that i call my own. And it's kept for years now. Nobody has been there, nobody has ever suspect this place and nobody can be there coz its locked with a key only my heart and mind can open. Picture the image above. It is just a replica of what my palce look like. A place with peace, calm and soothing mood. A place that i can really rejuvenate and put away hard thoughs bugging me.
Now pick your special place.
Now pick your special place.
"let it be known that since i am not your master, i am not your slave"
2 comments:
same here, i read and make myself busy to flush away such feelings. pero never too isolate baka kasi hindi mo namamalayan na inilalayo mo na pala ang sarili mo sa mga taong puedeng makatulong sa iyo.
might be.. i highly respect that idea..
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