andyh
Bluelighter
i wrote this a while ago. some of you may have seen it on antistruktur.com a few months back... it was my reaction to some people i met who really frustrated me one night.
chill
andy
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'What's wrong?' they asked, almost mocking him. 'The night is beautiful, and we are in love.'
In the moment just before he replied to their comment, he thought, 'The man with no ego realises that he is naught in a world full of substance. That he can stand alone and watch the world function without him and that he can still stand serves as testament to the awesome power of the will. I don't know you. I don't know who you are or where you're going. This is my friend. I know him almost as well as I know myself. We live in dreams you'll never dream, in thoughts you'll never think, in melodies you will never be able to hear. Sure, you can look at the score and make some flippant remark: 'Wow' but you will never know the subtle intricacies, the sheer brillance behind the notes on the page that you casually glanced at before your eye was caught by the next fancy dress or trendy purse. Do you know what love is? Are you really in love? One moment in my place will make you re-evaluate your existence. Or will it? Will you be too busy spending your days picking daisies and your nights gazing at the moon without wondering from whence it came and to where it will go? Intensity. Do you know how intense life can be? Sometimes it is so beautiful that I want to die. Sometimes it is so painful that I want to die. Are you living? In death as in life is found miracles. So why are you this afraid? Do you want to continue living because you are afraid to die? Me, I want to continue living because it is the experience of a lifetime. Come along for the ride.'
He passed them, nodded, and said, 'Yes, it is a beautiful night.'
chill
andy
___________________________________________________
'What's wrong?' they asked, almost mocking him. 'The night is beautiful, and we are in love.'
In the moment just before he replied to their comment, he thought, 'The man with no ego realises that he is naught in a world full of substance. That he can stand alone and watch the world function without him and that he can still stand serves as testament to the awesome power of the will. I don't know you. I don't know who you are or where you're going. This is my friend. I know him almost as well as I know myself. We live in dreams you'll never dream, in thoughts you'll never think, in melodies you will never be able to hear. Sure, you can look at the score and make some flippant remark: 'Wow' but you will never know the subtle intricacies, the sheer brillance behind the notes on the page that you casually glanced at before your eye was caught by the next fancy dress or trendy purse. Do you know what love is? Are you really in love? One moment in my place will make you re-evaluate your existence. Or will it? Will you be too busy spending your days picking daisies and your nights gazing at the moon without wondering from whence it came and to where it will go? Intensity. Do you know how intense life can be? Sometimes it is so beautiful that I want to die. Sometimes it is so painful that I want to die. Are you living? In death as in life is found miracles. So why are you this afraid? Do you want to continue living because you are afraid to die? Me, I want to continue living because it is the experience of a lifetime. Come along for the ride.'
He passed them, nodded, and said, 'Yes, it is a beautiful night.'
