Do you ever feel inadequate to explain? To grab the words that are swirling around that are capable of capturing indescribable beauty, the intensity of the breaking of a heart, or some deep idea and all the colors and folds it is made of. The flow of a good conversation or the words in a classic work of literature come close but still there can be something lacking. Taking the emotions of our lives out of their inter-dimensional realm is a tricky thing, but when held in the hand of a master poet or musician or friend, they take on a power to conquer the world, or crush the masses, or create unspeakable beauty.
How much of the information out there is just numbing? The banality can be overwhelming and there is a longing for something to reach through the callouses of our souls. We get small glimpses I think, through certain relationships, through music especially, but most of it serves to reinforce the walls that we've built to protect this vulnerable beating soul in our chests. How sad. This "comfort." This apathy. Get out and live. Get out and hurt and forgive and love till you bleed. Because you will. And it will be worth it because you've lived.
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