I'd Like To Try To Be . . .
Oct. 31st, 2006 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaAs of midnight last night, the world changed, again. (It seemed that no one had a good day, yesterday).
A lot of things came to an end. A lot of good things came crashing down. A lot of explosive relationships finally exploded. (Inevitable?)
The giving was asked too much of the needy and taking. The quiet finally spoke up to the loud. The changeable finally broke free of those who strive forever to hold on. (For the better?)
. . . and there are changes. Maybe we've found some strength we didn't know we had, and were forced to take it. Maybe we found out a little bit of truth about ourselves (will we hold onto it?). Maybe we just feel sweet relief.
. . . but it is not the end. It is never the end, not with these tiny lives which we leave. We cannot escape anything, here. For the world never fully ends; I've seen it end twice this month, seamlessly and fluidly flowing into its newness. The seeds of civility, from which will spring the new world, are already planted for some.
Will this time be different? Does this even change anything? Have we merely pronounced what was there all along, and after pronouncing it, slid slowly back into the old?
Here's to hoping new worlds are better worlds.
A lot of things came to an end. A lot of good things came crashing down. A lot of explosive relationships finally exploded. (Inevitable?)
The giving was asked too much of the needy and taking. The quiet finally spoke up to the loud. The changeable finally broke free of those who strive forever to hold on. (For the better?)
. . . and there are changes. Maybe we've found some strength we didn't know we had, and were forced to take it. Maybe we found out a little bit of truth about ourselves (will we hold onto it?). Maybe we just feel sweet relief.
. . . but it is not the end. It is never the end, not with these tiny lives which we leave. We cannot escape anything, here. For the world never fully ends; I've seen it end twice this month, seamlessly and fluidly flowing into its newness. The seeds of civility, from which will spring the new world, are already planted for some.
Will this time be different? Does this even change anything? Have we merely pronounced what was there all along, and after pronouncing it, slid slowly back into the old?
Here's to hoping new worlds are better worlds.
