Perhaps we are limited by our experiences – told of what we can and can not do. Our abilities appear prescribed to us through life much like a doctor might prescribe one medication. We watch TV and read magazines, accepting their truths, building our borders. Thus, we quest to be normal. More often than not we realise that normal can never be. Eyes open to the inner I and dismiss the generic being. We are each our selves, impossible to categorise or label. Our potential is limitless and, if only for an instant, should we believe in that self, we can be our selves in comfort. From there we may strive to make dreams reality, live life to our own expectations and possibly produce a genuine smile, independent of the masks we have worn.
Photograph: "poet's walk" by Henri Siberman
2 Comments:
At 9:05 p.m. , amy said...
Merry Christmas...(:
I've been reading your blog and it's really interesting! Thanks for sharing....
At 9:38 p.m. , "Jet" said...
What an amazing picture! Looks like New Orleans...
What great writing and intellect.
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