just one
September 30, 2009There are so many things I want to be; there are so many things I just couldn’t be.
Poet. Storyteller. There is just something beautiful in words that rhyme and something fantastic in the macabre themes of Poe. The subtleties are mysterious and sublime. I tried writing a story once; after it was done, there was only discontent in what seemed to be an all too familiar soap opera plot. It was disappointing really, sacrificing a night of sleep for some piece of paper that neither has value nor form.
I have accepted since then that I am not made for it, and I just couldn’t be it. At least I can make good letters, and at least I can appreciate a good story when I read one. From time to time, I can compose a nice essay, but that’s just about it. Even when I become too old and wasting time looking for the best wrinkle creams and their promise of eternal youth, I know I couldn’t compose one immortal poem.
At times though, like this one, I wish I could make even just one.
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Before you know it, you are already what you are wanting yourself to be. =)
Posted by witsandnuts at September 30, 2009, 11:45 pmjust don’t stop trying…
There are so many thing we want to be, and yet, there are also people wanting to be us…
Hi there mordsith, how are you?
Posted by sheng at October 5, 2009, 9:26 ambut there are countless things you can be…the possibilities are endless….just keep exploring.
Posted by kayni at October 6, 2009, 11:18 pmit feels good to be dreaming. if i achieve some of them, that would be a very good bonus.
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“…there are so many things I just couldn’t be”
but don’t you forget: there are so many things that you already are.
Posted by eks at September 30, 2009, 8:07 pm