Close this chapter, the words are done
It’s time to continue, yesterday is gone
A new chapter awaits your presence
Shed your past’s skin, but take the lessons
Close this chapter, resume your story
Tomorrow will come, with all of its glory
Take your intentions and make them pure
Whatever is to come, is ready to be yours
“Satire is people as they are; romanticism, people as they would like to be; realism, people as they seem with their insides left out.” Dawn Powell
“…Romanticism is people as they would like to be….” to add, romanticism is people as others would like them to be, events as people would like them to be, things as people would like them to be.
In the end, the people, event, and thing never are what it is wished to be. So why do we romanticize all of them as such? Maybe we should blame our creativity? Our endless imagination which can dive into whichever abyss it desires to get lost in…usually triggered by what the heart wants to feel.
Maybe we should blame music and movies, which give the impression to be written just for us. From music lyrics that invade our mental state and flirt with our feelings, to film’s happy or heartbreak endings, fit to validate our mood.
Besides people and things, we also romanticize our past. To bring realism to light, hindsight is 20/20 with a slight case of amnesia. Enter romanticism and we romanticize our past based on how we feel about our present. Lack of contentment can send a person lurking in the past, romanticizing the loneliest days as one of their best; romanticizing a love that evaporated to the love that got away; romanticizing sleepless exhausting nights with a crying baby as sleepless nights of bonding with the new love of their life.
It is a cruel game, this game of romanticism. Even more cruel is if we give into it and assume romanticism as satire (or as people, events, things as they are), only to realize that romanticism took advantage of our naïvety and pulled us in and spit us out with the disappointments of failed expectations.
But, there is beauty in the intoxication of romanticism. This beauty lives in the inspiration it gives us, the inspiration to create. That love, that person, that event, that past, we romanticize and we create beautiful music, beautiful paintings, beautiful poems…beautiful art. Romanticism LIVES in art…no matter the satire.
Is there such a thing as fate?
Something to just patiently await?
Is it written in the stars?
How this life will go from the start?
Are we born with this song complete?
And just march to life’s beat?
Is there an agreement already made?
Before we take on this crusade?
Once we take our first breath,
Is a date already set for death?
Do we hold it in our hands?
Lines in palms revealing plans?
Is it simple intuition?
Or in our closed eyed vision?
One of those questions to contemplate
Is there is such a thing as fate…..?
“Carpe Diem” -Horace
The past, a house where the ghosts of memories live. Memories, which evoke fondness, pains or regret; Inviting one to escape to the garden of oblivion or the hell of numbness.
The present, the truth. What is here and now. What is tangible. The outcome of the past and the pathway to the future. Which eventually becomes another room in the home of the past.
The Future, the vision of the foundation built in the past, but living in the present. The desires, anxieties and fears held tight by the experiences lived in the past and thought of in the present. The uncertain.
Living is done in the present, but cannot live if living is done in the past. Living is done in the present, but cannot live if living is done in the future. Living is done in the present. What once was can no longer be and what will be is not now.
“History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.” –Winston Churchill
History is his story. Written based on perspective of events and influenced by ideologies, beliefs and traditional truths. History sides with the person who picks up the pen or orally tells the story. History shines light on the cause, which the writer subjectively ties themselves to.
History is Bias.
The villains of history are heroes if written by the villains. The heroes of history are villains if written by the villains. Perspective drives the presentation of the past and interprets his story to fit into the mold of a subjective understanding. Resonate awareness comes from the connection to the story told and is retold with the markings of the consciousness chosen to continue into the future. We are only as conscious as the stories we consider. History is Bias, his story is bias.