Grant me wishes born from deep desires and let the moon dust seek new flaming pyres.
We have it all, don’t we? Or do we have nothing? There is always someone who has a little more and others that have a little less. There are also those who have plenty, but act as if they have nothing.
We are brought into this world bearing only our mother’s warmth and our father’s hope. We grow, but rarely grow up and we forget the hardship of our parents. All they gave up so that we would never be left wanting is, to us, as insignificant at times as the dust under our boot. We feel invincible due to the fact that no matter the quality of our roots, we still have something holding us down when the wind blows mercilessly. We then push our roots away, for they are old and surely have no power over us. We forget to treasure mother’s smile and father’s words. We forget all that has helped us grow.
We learn to interact with others, but remain ever so foolish. We learn to speak the word “friend” and befriend a few people. We share our great hopes and vivid dreams. We invest our time which is ever so precious. We borrow small gestures, ways of thinking, words and even forsake ourselves at times. As time passes, the number of these people of a rare breed dwindles and we find ourselves having old friends. We keep trying to make new ones, but whom you know as a child becomes holier than most things of this world. We become wiser, but never fully lose our naivety and we start seeing flaws in our friends and flaws in ourselves. Some can be accepted and some make us feel like we’re truly lost our grip on all that we had as children. We drift apart as rivers do and might never cross paths, longing for the honesty that gave birth to moments of joy. We realize that it is better to be alone than to be lonely among others; keep so very few people close and trust even fewer.
We meet those whom we want closest to our heart and find about the ways of “love”, we try to find that one person who’s worth it all. We pick the right ones, the wrong ones, at times we pick the really wrong ones and some times others pick us. We twist and we turn seeking something bigger than ourselves and we learn. No matter the outcome, we learn. We learn about hope, needs, intimacy, beauty, joy, bliss and love of course. But we also learn about the monsters that a human being hides. They may hide just skin deep or they may lie in wait for years until they finally bear fangs. We all have our monsters. Some control their monsters and others let their monsters do as they please. People are overrated and they come and go, fade away or leave an eternal mark. There will be those honest and there will be those with honeyed lips. There will be those who set us free and there will be those with a spare gilded cage. There will be those who bring out the best in us and those who bring misery. We will finally start to understand songs, but start to doubt those around us. The mind will become cautious and the heart will bear its “scars”.
We will spin in the endless hurricane that is life and learn how to ride the storm and what price we have to pay to do such a thing. We will learn, yet we will remain ignorant. We will realize that being dust in the wind is unsatisfying and forever spend time trying to surround ourselves with the right people. When these right people come along we often take them for granted, as we take our parents, our friends and all those who care or have cared for us. When we learn the error of our ways it is often too late. When our parents are gone, when our friends are gone, when those who loved us more then we deserved are gone. We then realize that we are not what the child we once were had expected, that we have somehow forsaken that child and doing so killed all the magic in the world. Why would we want to live in such a world? Why take so much for granted?