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Human Weakness
How often do we find ourselves trying hard to convince people of our intentions? Quite often, in my case.
There’s something so weak about human nature that begs to be understood, to be heard, to be trusted, adored, and — in short — to make sense.
And then I saw this on Pinterest. And it made me question everything.
Makes sense, huh?
The Quotable
Sylvia Plath.
There’s something about her, about her writing, about the way she manipulates words that attracts me again and again.
I can never get enough of her writing. There’s something different about her, something that reaches deep into the soul and taps at feelings you didn’t know you had.
Something that grabs at your ego and rattles it so hard that it goes all fuzzy and numb for a while.
There’s something in her writing that speaks to all; to the mischievous rebel, to the wounded heart, and to reincarnated feelings.
But of all her quotable words, for me, there’s one that speaks loudest. The one that rings in my ear, reverberates in my hallow ribcage, and my head, giving me some high.
Being Messy
Whether you’re sulking about life, complaining about the neighbour’s loud kids, or panting from running away from a street dog, sometimes, one good piece of writing is all you need to calm yourself and see beyond your range of vision.
This poem was one of those. There’s so much to life than being fresh and clean all the time. There’s more than a well-made bed, laundered linen, warm meals, chilled wine, and a comfort zone.
This poem reminded me: There’s life in being messy.
Dirty Face
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy’s shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got it from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you’ve had in years.– Shel Silverstein
Knowing Thyself
I came across this quote on Pinterest. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again: I’m a Sylvia fan. I even have a separate board on Pinterest on her quotes.
I saw this a few days ago, and the simplicity of it hit me harder than anything else.
How are you supposed to know anyone else, when you don’t know yourself? We’ve all had that feeling — that sense of being lost in our own hollow self — and Sylvia has put it into words like no other.
Last night, I watched Sylvia, the 2003 movie starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Daniel Craig. And there’s only one way to describe it: haunting. If you’re a lover of words, I recommend you watch this movie. You will not regret it.
National Blog Posting Month – Day 29
The Chaos Within 