Friday, 22 August 2014

Real Tragedy: We Fear The Thing We Want The Most

Early in the morning, when time starts poking on the clouds trying to make them move to another sky flesh, where people still need them to protect their unopened gaze, I found myself sitting on the edge of my messy bed. Exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, wondering.

Wondering that there are people in another side of the city, fearing heights and capturing lights, drinking them with their hungry eyes. That there are people who lived without choruses, sounds, only bruises and wounds. Of them who catch the stars but release them again because they don't know how to keep them. Or clueless on who to present those blazing sky stones. Because it wouldn't matter if no one knows, right?

It wouldn't because what's there to live for without a little pride? What's there to be proud of without a little leaked secret upfront?

Claudia Kincaid agreed with me. Agreeing with human beings' natural yearn. That we all need something to be proud of. A known secret.

“Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.” 
E.L. Konigsburg, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler

And for having something to be proud of, we have to overcome our fears.

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