Who am I?
This is one of the hardest question to answer as our thoughts shift from moment to moment.But in the modern world,we let money and power ,career and social status define us.We let others" expectations define who we are- our national leaders,our religious leaders,our school system ,our community of what it means to"make it" in Life.Strip away all that veneer and start asking yourself who amI? A parent, a child,a friend, a niece or nephew ,a mentor,a citizen and the list goes on. Who am I would be shining a light into what am I doing and where am I heading?
I've been devastated by pain and loss,two powerful forces our Teacher discovered as he left his life of no pain no stress and no fear to encounter sickness,old age ,and death.I visited the two surviving sisters left from my late mother's tight knit family of the Four sisters and 1 brother.The eldest is suffering from dementia which is a blessing in disguise as she doesn't pine for familiar faces and fourth aunt is the sweetest optimist who cooks the most delicious food and gives to family,neighbours and friends.Strong survival instincts thathave seen them live through the second world war,deprivations ,and suffering but the sense of communal spirit and kinship is so strong.Remarkable resilience.
"Dover Beach".
The Sea of Faith
Was once,too,at the full ,and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy,long,withdrawing roar,
Retreating ,to the breath
Of the night-wind,down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world
"Ah,love,let us be true
To one another!for the world,which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various,so beautiful,so new,
Hath really neither joy,nor love,nor light,
Nor certitude,nor peace,nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
From Fahrenheit 451
Ray Bradbury
Poetry and tears,poetry and sickness;all that mush!
No comments:
Post a Comment