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Who Are You?

Contributed by softerware on Saturday, 30th January 2016 @ 06:34:20 PM in AEST
Topic: insomniac



We are what we feel; what we think; what we love.
Our life script is written by all the above.

We’re crafting an image that no one may doubt us;
Uncertain of what they are saying about us!

It seems hearts we touch, and laughter we give;
Flourish unnoticed so long as we live.

Try as we might, we’ll still be defined;
By stories and memories left trailing behind.

Til gathered in bouquets, polite and forgiving;
In eulogies solemn to comfort the living;

They’ll speak in your memory; and now you shall hear;
Just who you were, to those you held dear.

The truth of the matter is meant to discover;
We are what we see -- in the eyes of another.






Copyright © softerware ... [ 2016-01-30 18:34:20]
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Re: Who Are You? (User Rating: 1 )
by xHeathenx on Saturday, 30th January 2016 @ 06:57:53 PM AEST
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As someone still a bit preplexed by the idea of identity and personality, often unsure of just what it is that I am exactly, I find something about this reassuring. Namely, the the first two lines.

I can/'/t help but feel like if you don/'/t live your life in efforts of your passions, you won/'/t be living at all; so to speak of course. But then there comes times when I find myself feeling passionless.

Granted when I/'/m dead and gone, I won/'/t be there to hear my eulogy, I hope it would be more than a simple column in a newspaper, whom I survived; whom survived me; my age; my career; and my death. I look at it all as a stale and stagnant thing. There/'/s no celebration in an obituary; it/'/s essentially trivia you know?

I/'/ve found myself wondering, and often times wanted to ask just why it is that some of my best friends loved me, and why they wanted me around. It/'/s not because I didn/'/t feel deserving of having friends, but didn/'/t feel deserving of such levels of sought attention. I could point out my friends, and why it was that I cared about them, but I hadn/'/t the foggiest why they did me. I asked my brother one day, as we had mutual friends, but I feel I still hadn/'/t really achieved any sense of clarity or answer.

Often times praise feels unwarranted, like a feeding of the ego, an external self-patronizing. Other times, it/'/s what I crave. It/'/s but one of numerous self-contradictions of myself. What a pity. lol

This write here Jaye, as much as I really enjoy it, I feel is too short. It/'/s not anything akin to an obituary, in the respects of a cold objective statement of a message, but it makes me think of how we often look at life and each other/'/s stories, including our own. It/'/s a celebration, but in the same sense of someone speaking at a funeral, we speak the core of our feelings, but not the colorful nuances like we would in painting them. Kind of like making our speeches short, out of concern that we/'/re holding up guests, so as to not keep them too long. The subject is one that satiates a hunger, but the grumbling belly wants more, either out of a lack of content, or a soul that is starved at the moment. I/'/m not sure which, but I/'/d love to see more touched upon with it if you would be willing. :)
-Mark


Re: Who Are You? (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Saturday, 30th January 2016 @ 10:20:00 PM AEST
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Wonderful as the norm Jaye.
So well said..........
I for one have learned from many losses in my youth that all good things must end and never take anything for granted. Appreciate what you have today and make it known to all it concerns as tomorrow may bring you something that is nothing like what you have today. Often not for the better.

I prefer not to gamble with life for often you lose...
Bravo............

James


Re: Who Are You? (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 1st February 2016 @ 02:01:12 AM AEST
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Soooooooooooooooo full of wisdom!!!

Love it but my favorite is this here:

// Try as we might, we’ll still be defined;
By stories and memories left trailing behind.
/
/

Thank you, Jaye!


Re: Who Are You? (User Rating: 1 )
by thomasu01 on Tuesday, 2nd February 2016 @ 09:31:53 PM AEST
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Very nicely done, thought out and written.
However, I believe we are or do shape our selves over years of discovery.




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