A New Found Love.
But not newly found at all, with all the memories of creative writing to express pain finally surfacing.
I remember my first iPod touch, i had every app downloaded that could show me photos of quotes about love and pain. My Pinterest before Pinterest.
I always put my hand up when reading a page out loud to the class, as early as grade 3 I can remember.
Over 10 years later, I can recall my love for reading and writing, seemingly lost in the rocks that surrounded the whirlpool that is my emotional world.
Did you know all the greatest poets of our time are well rehearsed in the knowledge of feeling pain despite being told we are not to? Despite the conditioning that tells men they cannot cry or else be labelled weak or god forbid a ‘girl’. And more disgustingly so the history on labelling women too emotional or not logical enough to be of any value. This is more than a life long battle it is the path that was chosen for us long before we came.
Tell me, does the ocean tell the fish to stop swimming? Do the trees tell the birds to stop chirping? I wonder if the moon tells the sun to stop shining, or maybe whether the sun stops at all to tell the stars they aren’t shining enough.
Our greatest collective mistake is to think we are anything but one of natures own. All this plastic and wiring and synthetic food has us more sick than ever.
Love, the very essence of nature will out live us all. There will come a time the fish cease to swim, the birds stop chirping and moon and sun and stars are all that’s left, who will tell us not to be what we are and always have been then?