Life is funny! It absolutely amazes me how we experience things and either grow or become stagnant as a result of our experiences. I am really enjoying observing the developmental process of life.
I've been reading some poems that were written in 2000 & 2001. As I read the poetry, I began to sympathize with the sad, confused and searching young scribe. This authoress poured deep emotions, thoughts and beliefs onto the worn pages of a small, fabric journal, hoping to find some solace for the uncertainties of life. See, the young wordsmith had recently completed matriculation from undergraduate school, and was in search.....in search of purpose, employment, love, companionship and understanding. The choice of words used in the verses were thoughtful and full of self scrutiny. The memoirs were revealing and nostalgic. The more I read, the more I could relate to the poetic words. My feelings of sympathy vastly changed to those of empathy. As I too, had those exact sentiments and endured identical sagas, or what seemed to be sagas to a 21/22 year old.
I was able to reflect on life as it appeared to be at that time and make comparisons to present day. Empathy turned to gratitude.....gratitude for the tumultuous, as well as the victorious events that I have lived through. The writer is now able to appreciate those occurrences, because according to the entries, back then, she had vague hope for her future, it was minuscule, but it was hope. What I gather from the compositions was that gainful employment, true romanticism, love and wisdom was far off.
The growing, 2o-something- year- old, pseudo-poet now holds two degrees, is gainfully employed, cultivating a new romantic relationship, continues to seek wisdom and uses discernment cautiously. This person has not fully self actualized, but is diligently working up Maslow's Hierarchy of needs. As she continues to seek spiritual, personal and professional growth.
I check in daily with this lyricist, just to see if she's growing or becoming stagnant, just to see if she's using life's foibles and strengths to help or to harm.
Oh, I guess I have no choice to be in constant contact with this person as she is......
mE-mI!
I've been reading some poems that were written in 2000 & 2001. As I read the poetry, I began to sympathize with the sad, confused and searching young scribe. This authoress poured deep emotions, thoughts and beliefs onto the worn pages of a small, fabric journal, hoping to find some solace for the uncertainties of life. See, the young wordsmith had recently completed matriculation from undergraduate school, and was in search.....in search of purpose, employment, love, companionship and understanding. The choice of words used in the verses were thoughtful and full of self scrutiny. The memoirs were revealing and nostalgic. The more I read, the more I could relate to the poetic words. My feelings of sympathy vastly changed to those of empathy. As I too, had those exact sentiments and endured identical sagas, or what seemed to be sagas to a 21/22 year old.
I was able to reflect on life as it appeared to be at that time and make comparisons to present day. Empathy turned to gratitude.....gratitude for the tumultuous, as well as the victorious events that I have lived through. The writer is now able to appreciate those occurrences, because according to the entries, back then, she had vague hope for her future, it was minuscule, but it was hope. What I gather from the compositions was that gainful employment, true romanticism, love and wisdom was far off.
The growing, 2o-something- year- old, pseudo-poet now holds two degrees, is gainfully employed, cultivating a new romantic relationship, continues to seek wisdom and uses discernment cautiously. This person has not fully self actualized, but is diligently working up Maslow's Hierarchy of needs. As she continues to seek spiritual, personal and professional growth.
I check in daily with this lyricist, just to see if she's growing or becoming stagnant, just to see if she's using life's foibles and strengths to help or to harm.
Oh, I guess I have no choice to be in constant contact with this person as she is......
mE-mI!
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