The hardest choice
you have to make is between the words and the actions. Sometimes WORDS solely seem
far more convincing than the actions. Winner among the Illusion vs. the Reality
is obvious, but what if the delusion is more honest? What if you want to
actually jump of a building to see for yourself… if you could fly? What if the
tempting risk is itself the reason to exist?
A part of you accepts
the laws of gravity, still the choices are crazy. For when you stay to accept
the real, you would surely die. It’s not the regret that kills you, if you
don’t jump. It’s the certainty of your heart that you won’t survive either way.
The thing is happy
ending does not make a great story. The sacrifice does. One who has tasted the trauma
and endured to see how it converts us to diamonds. They would start to long for
it like a hungry beast waiting on food for ages.
Hero did not survive
to write the history, but their arduous hard work made others do so.
There is nothing more
sabotaging than the art that stops loving you back. It can’t stop you from
distractions anymore and refuses to be one itself. Later it fails to stop you
from the fall. Why? Perhaps your art trusts your faith. It believes you can fly
above the clouds. Thus enlightens the inextinguishable you. Maybe indirectly it
helps you feel again. Even when you cannot function right, you tell yourself it’s
no biggie; you have always been clumsy anyway. Put it off, shut down the
studio!
Then why won’t you
JUMP?
Everyone is looking
for distractions from the truth. Searching for an escape to live another day, without the dreaded meeting with our conscience. All the members actually bear
their share of pressure but they never say. Nobody would talk about it. Yet
everyone is aware of the struggles and the torment. Alongside there is always the
hope to get through just fine.
You do feel it. Nonetheless the other side of the test is
only a vague picture. Like a song in a foreign language you can be mesmerized, and
dance to the beat. Only you don’t understand the most important element of it.
Then one day when you take the fall, you find there were so
many real strings ATTACHED to you. They could NOT help you fly… but were enough
to SAVE your life. Now you just need time to figure out if it was a good thing
or bad.
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