This is a true story. It’s also quite personal. I will tell you about a mistake, and what I learned from it. I will also tell you about some strange things I will leave open to your interpretation. If that sounds interesting, let’s get to it.
Existential Questions You’ll often hear in literature, media, and from friends, that one must ask oneself the hard questions in life. Questions like “Who are …
Everything you see, everything you can’t see, everything within you, everything around you, and everything that was, is, will, may or may not be is an idea. No one lacks for ideas. What people lack is the experience of taking ideas and turning them into stories.
If it’s not a story, it doesn’t stick. And what is a story, but a thought, feeling, or time, loosely organized into a beginning, middle, and end? And what is a poem, if not a story? What poem doesn’t do it’s level best to hook you with the first line?
I had to laugh at myself. Why should a certain thought or emotion completely change what I was able to see in the mirror?
I hope that you find in this poem the unspoken message that no matter how dark today may seem, no matter the pain or the cage you face, hope, freedom and light are waiting for you when you’re ready to grasp it.
I hope that whatever you’re facing this week, you find opportunity to grow from it like a stepable.
While not all of my work so proudly displays it as what follows this introduction, I’m a nerd about Japan. I have a hard time …
