Forever Blue


What one tear can do
Is stain
The faint
Memory of you

To close my eyes
And never
Let me
Look upon
Someone new

Because at the heart of pain
Lies hope
But if not beating for love
Left it is
Just hurt
Just broke

With burning skies
And no doubt or clue
Just locked doors
That guard
Forever blue…

Along the misty lane I walk
My feet deep in the grass
Where drops of rain have gathered now
To accompany my selfless tears,
Still waiting around the corner
Yet I shall much resist to dwell
For I am not a mourner

Not dressed in black
Not out of sight
Not lonely or
Turned to stone
On the edge of night
Without the mercy but my own

GREAT EXPECTATIONS
“LAND OF THE BRAVE”

All our lives we strive to become the person we intend to be. Not just the echo of a dream, but the embodiment of our ambition. The best we are capable of; the kindest, fairest, most honest and intelligent version of ourselves…

But that idea of a perfect being doesn’t come out of nowhere. Along the way we meet other valuable people that inspire and stimulate us to do our best. People with more experience and power. And more understanding of the world. Role models, if you will. The people you greatly respect, even idolize sometimes. The ones that make you think; I wouldn’t mind being them for a day. Because it looks like they’ve got it made. They have everything. Well, everything you want.

But let’s take a little look underneath the surface. Browsing past fame, success, romantic conquests, their accomplishments or bank accounts. And ask yourself one important question; are they happy? It might sound like a cliché, but indulge your curiosity. ARE they happy? Satisfied? Content? Is it enough now? Is it ever enough? Or more importantly; do they value what they have?

It seems that you spend such a long time of your life dreaming, it can be quite a shock to find yourself finally awake. Having reached a different level. All new, all blank. But then what? Must you accumulate more wealth, happiness and ambition so you will reach the next level and the next? Is that the general idea of life, the goal of our very existence? And if so, you should explore the thought whether you are willing to go through all that trouble just to start over again. Like a prey becoming the hunter, then becoming the prey once again. Restless…

I guess the only solution lies in the promise you make yourself to pursue true happiness. For only you know what that means. To you. So, rid yourself of the elaborate expectations of others and shift the focus on your own. What do you really want out of life? You, you, just you. It is your life after all, not theirs. And not those of your role models. Speaking of which, they probably killed their spirit with compromise to get where they are, depending on the nature of their dreams.

And although no one wishes to become a puppet, sometimes we let our strings be pulled. By hands unseen and faces unkind. To get ahead by pleasing those around you and therefore forgetting yourself. Cowering in a lonely corner, wondering how you got there and how you could get back.

Maybe that’s the reason for all the bitterness behind their eyes. They see you and think back on their earlier days with fond anticipation. A life still lived in light. With hope in their backpack and their heart on their sleeve. Being young and foolish, making mistakes – a lot of mistakes. Like the master of naïve progression. With nothing to lose but the fear to actually win. And head into a different life, where you might lose yourself, too.

Yes. That happens most of the time. The role models you look up to aren’t quite as perfect or as pleasant as you think they are. They fall in love with themselves. Slowly but surely. With their success, their money, their fame and popularity. And why wouldn’t they? If you were told a hundred times a day that you were the most beautiful, powerful, lovable on earth, then would you mind? Would you stop their words to disagree? Maybe you’d be uncomfortable at first or modestly unaware of the effect you have on others, but you’d probably give in in the end. Like they did. Most of the people you so greatly respect.

They start using their powers selfishly and abusing their status to bring others down. They push and pull as they see fit, to prove to the world they can. No ulterior motive, no noble sentiments, just pride and vanity that grow beyond all limits of time. To plague those they do not like or wish to see suffer. Because they can. Oh, yes, they can. Very well, indeed. Without flinching twice. Without remorse. Because they are great. Like everyone says. And the great can get away with anything…

So, to be special, my guess is you would have to prove your being different. To set yourself apart from all the rest. And what greater way than to realize your ambitions; to become great yet still maintain some sense of human decency. You might just be the first yet…