"I have heard of a man lost in the woods and dying of famine and exhaustion at the foot of a tree, whose loneliness was relieved by the grotesque visions with which, owing to bodily weakness, his diseased imagination surrounded him, and which he believed to be real. So also, owing to bodily and mental health and strength, we may be continually cheered by a like but more normal and natural society, and come to know that we are never alone." - Thoreau
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Freedom. A tenderly poised word. Freedom to one is not so to another. We strive, the sensitive, artistic minded, to find solace in our own castle of self. Sometimes, even the sunset weeps I feel. Life seldom grants answers without some suffering, humbleness, sacrifice. Great poem Pete, your writing is wonderful philosophy and deeply reaching to many :)
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
dearest ruth - we can be in a prison even though we are free. the older i get the more i realize th.. read moredearest ruth - we can be in a prison even though we are free. the older i get the more i realize that living is difficult and more about overcoming. i have always been predominantly a loner but lately i feel a strong sense of loneliness and urgency as if a clock is ticking. i have recently met three women whom i adore but they are addicts and their addictions prevent them from having a "healthy" relationship - so frustrating. i guess i fall in love too easily and get hurt and then keep to myself which only serves to fan the flames of hurt and loneliness further. i seem to be attracted to those i think i can help but it serves only to drag me down further. i don't feel complete without female companionship - someone to talk about thoughts and feelings with or to just hold. i enjoy my alone time (always have) but sometimes i crave to be with someone. i can feel so alone at such times that is is painful and uncomfortable. i feel trapped as if in a prison - i'm physically free but emotionally incarcerated. i love the way you explain and interpret my writings.
my muse thoreau wrote, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms ...”
thanks so much for sharing your deep thoughts with me. it is well appreciated ... :)
4 Years Ago
I think we all fear not living. Of late, I feel more urgency to live than younger years. A sense of .. read moreI think we all fear not living. Of late, I feel more urgency to live than younger years. A sense of wanting to liberate my soul and return to self. Time is rarely a gentle reminder, seconds speed up as we face the years. I also think though that when one reflects, life has been lived, just not how it was expected maybe. When I feel life is escaping, I observe nature, it gives a sense of belonging.
I believe the sensitive have a vulnerability and that vulnerability propels them to seek externally what is not accepted within. What is not nurtured or allowed to breathe/be. Acceptance has many levels in this strange journey called life.
There comes a time to say it is ok, life is just life. The more you nurture self, the more soul understands.
Not sure I am making sense but self needs to acknowledge its own worth in order to understand worth externally.
Freedom. A tenderly poised word. Freedom to one is not so to another. We strive, the sensitive, artistic minded, to find solace in our own castle of self. Sometimes, even the sunset weeps I feel. Life seldom grants answers without some suffering, humbleness, sacrifice. Great poem Pete, your writing is wonderful philosophy and deeply reaching to many :)
Posted 4 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
4 Years Ago
dearest ruth - we can be in a prison even though we are free. the older i get the more i realize th.. read moredearest ruth - we can be in a prison even though we are free. the older i get the more i realize that living is difficult and more about overcoming. i have always been predominantly a loner but lately i feel a strong sense of loneliness and urgency as if a clock is ticking. i have recently met three women whom i adore but they are addicts and their addictions prevent them from having a "healthy" relationship - so frustrating. i guess i fall in love too easily and get hurt and then keep to myself which only serves to fan the flames of hurt and loneliness further. i seem to be attracted to those i think i can help but it serves only to drag me down further. i don't feel complete without female companionship - someone to talk about thoughts and feelings with or to just hold. i enjoy my alone time (always have) but sometimes i crave to be with someone. i can feel so alone at such times that is is painful and uncomfortable. i feel trapped as if in a prison - i'm physically free but emotionally incarcerated. i love the way you explain and interpret my writings.
my muse thoreau wrote, “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms ...”
thanks so much for sharing your deep thoughts with me. it is well appreciated ... :)
4 Years Ago
I think we all fear not living. Of late, I feel more urgency to live than younger years. A sense of .. read moreI think we all fear not living. Of late, I feel more urgency to live than younger years. A sense of wanting to liberate my soul and return to self. Time is rarely a gentle reminder, seconds speed up as we face the years. I also think though that when one reflects, life has been lived, just not how it was expected maybe. When I feel life is escaping, I observe nature, it gives a sense of belonging.
I believe the sensitive have a vulnerability and that vulnerability propels them to seek externally what is not accepted within. What is not nurtured or allowed to breathe/be. Acceptance has many levels in this strange journey called life.
There comes a time to say it is ok, life is just life. The more you nurture self, the more soul understands.
Not sure I am making sense but self needs to acknowledge its own worth in order to understand worth externally.
I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..
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