For her, I remain lost in thought
Poetic Excerpt:
Amidst the thickest of biased hues, it is the discerning mind that falters naught—petals and insightful twines, beyond the labyrinth of fallacy and slavery, soaring on wings of doubt. Let the erosion of ignorance proceed, and free thoughts fly. Now unable to be a captive of dogma, we are left to think. Critical thinking is a melody or a garden of thought. It is a cultivated process coupled with a harmonious interplay of diverse ideas. It takes time and effort as we weave together objective conclusions from our navigated paths. But, as it is navigated, a challenge unfolds. A constant resistance to the world’s masquerade we must be ready to rival. This is why it is a cardinal task to maintain clarity. The masses often cloud one’s rise, refraining or tricking them. Societal norms, while a sanctuary for ideas, put down those who part from its grasp. Thus, revolt its stagnation and conformity. Before we continue, I must state that in the tapestry of discourse, it is not retreat but advance we choose. It is incorrect to yield, but realize it is not your quest to sever the unchecked chaos of others. Triumph dealing with your own. There are many sturdy trees acting as barriers and not everyone will agree with your laurels. With each tree, stands a root of virtues formed by selfless and selfish acts. Treat it as a subtle thread with a gentle presence. Chart with an embrace of a well-mixed blend of emotion and logic. In the mosaic of ideas, attempt to understand others’ symphony because they will linger differently from your own. Do not let the formidable gate bind you from listening. But discern, a stream, polluted by others for a difference in currents, may still be cleaned. This still gives no reason to pollute another’s vibrant and bold stream. Paint your canvas, be unaffected by each having its say, and advance forward with a new crucible of wisdom. No pedestal sought to fracture its plinth. Likewise, we seek to bend, not break for there is no established accolade. Take this as a poetic ode to your humble heart, and continue your ascent. For in the pursuit of wisdom, the enduring mind is as significant as the journey it faces.
And, if not?
Beyond the poetic compass above, it is okay not to grasp every thread. Stumble! Fall! In meandering, get lost! In your expedition, failure is now your companion. Yet, allow it only a whisper, and prance back, assigning it no undue value. In the realm of knowledge, I frequently waltz. Bereft of intricate embrace, my mind succumbs to a mechanical ballet. Each step, a memorized note, with a fleeting trance. A hesitant pirouette coupled with a feigned sway. As a superficial grasp that lacks profound comprehension, my methods fall short of true critical thinking. A dance should enthrall beckoning the skill to inquire before cautiously accepting its essence. Tethered to the confines of a singular fascination, it is not our fault. At the same time, even with our mind’s directive, broaden your solitary spotlight and let the diverse instruments play. Embrace brilliance in each note within your symphony. Extend your focus, as I aspire to do here. Picture this—a bird traces circles in the sky, and I lay on a sprawling meadow. An unending field stretching as far as the eye can see, absent of trees, with a pleasant wind and lush verdant grass. Staring at the bird’s whimsical flight, I ponder to myself, “Could all of this truly be real?” I rise, fixing my gaze on the distant horizon. The mild breeze envelops my body again with a familiar delight. Perhaps something will happen soon—like rusty old robots or something to talk to. Alas, no such events. It is only me and this winding bird, surrounded by the vastness with nothing but wet hands. Anticipation lingers, trailed by the inevitable sting of disappointment. In the realm of critical thinking, we must concede that not every aspiration finds fulfillment. Yet, amid the serenity shared with this lone bird, it is sometimes isolation that ignites a yearning for contemplation. Fear not to articulate the unconventional; immerse yourself in a perpetual dance of reflection and observation; persist in questioning; And, lastly, bring about resilience even in your deepest disappointments. It is from these lessons that we stand here today. All possess the positives of the epitome of the epic hero. To that, I am left content.
Final Regards:
In our closing moments together, acknowledge that this truly is not a conclusion. We must carry on dreaming, hoping to extend our laurels to newborn meadows. While I cannot precisely define my future pursuits, a critical approach must be applied to everything. For the mind’s ability to contemplate enables consistent progression. As we tend to the soil, nurturing both our herb and virtue, let each blossom surpass our current selves. The relentless march of time reins over the decisive nature. We cannot match it with resistance. Therefore, govern the seeds you sow, and march alongside it.
To this I say, “Plagued in my mind is a cherry pit, and by letting it blossum, I could never forget her smile…” That is all.