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I AM SO MANY CONTRASTS. I LOVE ELEGANCE AND BEAUTY. I LOVE THE SIMPLICITY AND STORIES OF OLD HOUSES AND CHURCHES, HISTORY OF THE VICTORIAN ERA. I AM DARK AND I AM LIGHT. I AM PASSIONATE, YET PROVOCATIVE, MYSTERIOUS,AND CONTEMPLATIVE. NATURE INSPIRES ME.I AM A CHILD OF THE WATER. I AM FIRE AND ICE. I AM RULED BY EMOTIONS AND YET PURSUE THE KNOWLEDGE OF BOOKS. MUSIC TOUCHES MY SOUL. MY PAGES ARE AS VARIED AS I AM AND THEREFORE HAVE MANY A VARIED THEME-

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• The Poet Dreamer: Thoughts: On Aging

  secretedsins:

  Age is not a problem. In and of itself, age is nothing more than a measure of the time that you, personally, have witnessed pass. It is a testament to the fact that you have survived, thus far.

  But, with age come burdens. They begin accumulating unnoticed when we are still relatively young, developing their mass, their weight, only with time— as we age.

  There are bills to pay that no one else is going to pay. There are mouths— little, loving mouths— mouths that you helped to create— that must be fed, and wiped clean, and kissed, and they reside within faces that harbor eyes that will look to you and no one else for sustenance in every sense of the word. There are roads that must be traveled if for no other reason than that there exists no shoulder; no public rest area. To stop is to die in more than just some metaphoric sense; and, so, you must keep moving forward. And, there are promises— promises made yesterday, or many years earlier— that must be kept.

  Age is not a problem even with its burdens, unless you accept the array of responsibilities that have slowly grown on your back like soft, cool moss as you crawled through time. If you do, age renders you Atlas, straining eternally under the weight of all the world— granting some measure of safety and security to the ones you love. You don’t pray to be young again, to begin this process anew; or for the end to come— you pray that your knees don’t buckle beneath you; that you possess the strength and integrity needed to persevere for another day. And, another….

  21 Feb 2012 / 73 notes