Showing our feelings seems to be one big battle, a battle with our own daemons who won’t stop building walls around us. They will continue their work until there isn’t any chance left for us to escape their prison. They will continue putting brick by brick until we take our first step toward self-destruction. These daemons who fight us with flames and fire-arrows, which by only touching us they transform our soul in a black-stoned object and nothing more.
But we are more than this and won’t let them win the big battle, indeed they may win some fights now and then, they may weaken our forces but will never win over our soul.
We are like a roller coaster which goes up and down. We laugh and we fall, we are confused but also crystal clear. We are the hottest star but also the coldest iceberg. Some days seem to be never-ending and some pass in a blink of an eye.
Still we are part of this story, part of this tale, part of this life, part of the sky, part of the sea, we are the universe itself.
We play by our own rules and are able to fly, fly over the walls which we’ve built with our own weakness.
A te spiritus noster devoratur et nostra anima capitur ~ Epica – The Phantom Agony
I wonder why do we keep ourselves so far away from happiness. We encage our soul from the world and are our own bomb creators. We fight ourselves instead of using all this power we’ve got to love us a little bit more. We became so protective and wasted all our young years building so many defence-walls around us that even the bravest warrior has it too hard to break them down.
We forgot how it feels to be loved and are not the only ones, even Bob Marley was insecure if it was love he was feeling when his soul was shivering by the touch of his lover.
We forgot that we are beautiful just the way we are and that some people around appreciate us even though they might have difficulties expressing it. Not only their words count but also their actions. We concentrate so much on what we want to hear that we often forget how full of lies the sounds coming out of a mouth could be if they are not coming directly from the heart. We often oversee the small actions of love we are given being busy searching for something bigger.
We label love and ignore its real face. But how could we be blamed for this ignorance when even the smallest actions of love didn’t delight us? How could we know love if we were trapped in a dark universe with no stars shining over us?
We used to breathe out all the pain inside us so we could make space for new emotionless feelings. Our soul hosted humiliation for so long that it had forgotten how was to feel happy inside and had mistaken fantasy for real life.
So many of us walk the shinny roads of this beautiful life still being dead asleep and some don’t wake up at all for only love could raise us from this slow-wave sleep we are caught in.