I was having one of those melancholy days when the sky was gray, it was cold and getting dark the follow thought came into mind:
Emotions are like fireflies in the dark. They are bright, beautiful, delicate, and difficult to grasp. They illuminate where they land, but they are never safe. They remain elusive and in flight to escape the grasp of a predatory reasoning that interprets them as weak, worthless and too whimsical to value. If caught, their little dead bodies will be set adrift in the wind under a dark lifeless sky.
To rescue them, I quickly run in the dark tripping over stones and logs to bottle them up to keep them safe. A large jar holds a handful circling wonderfully and glowing brightly. I awake in the middle of the night. It’s dark. I saved them and hid them away only to find them suffocated. I open the jar then the window. I set their bodies adrift in the wind.
2 comments:
Wow Marc! I always love it when you share your writing. After a very long break from you blog, it's good to see you pick it up again! :)
Interesting thoughts about emotions. I struggled with a lot of emotions yesterday. It's always hard to know whether to deal with them on a raw level or wait until they've become more tempered.
Raw emotion can allow us to get to the heart of the matter, but I think only as a means to it. Once there, our hearts my need perspective and understanding so that the emotions can be something helpful rather than harmful. Reach for them too soon and language becomes confused and heated, while perspective is blinded. Wait too long, then there is nothing to say. Reach for them with a right heart...and illuminate.
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