Legacy isn’t only about who will remember you or what they will say after you are gone. No. Legacy is mostly what you will know you have done. It is those last scenes that leave a smile on your fading dimming life that will count. It is that truth you hold last, that is all matters as the darkness closes in and you are no more.
I have heard this song so many times but today I decided to read the lyrics and…..OMG
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin‘
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.
Ever seen a beast in a cage? A creature that has lost all rage. A prowl with no intent. Empty eyes searching for nothing. Craving what it has not known. Longing for what it is. Ever watched a beast staying alive with no hunger to survive? Eating what it has not hunted and robbed of its reason for being. A hunter that does not hunt. Limbs full of worthless power. Claws that have never dug into any haunted, hunted prey. Fangs that serve to entertain. A king with no Kingdom. A roar jungle rulers would abhor. A lion behind bars is by far no lion. He has lost all purpose. A protector with no pride. Slowly he drifts, he takes all with him, leaves no legacy. There is no story to tell. Bars are degrading to a wild and free thing.
The world hasn’t heard about your presence but my World would wither in your absence. Your name will not be spoken by multitudes but calling it out fills my heart with gratitude. I may never read your autobiography but what does it matter when your my biography. We intertwine and cannot be unravelled from our ball of woes and wars.
The best words said are those that remain unspoken? If they remain unspoken then they are not said. Just because something sounds nice doesn’t mean it is true. I have seen a dried up heart that waited for words that were never spoken. I have seen empty eyes searching for lips that would sound out long awaited manna.
Humans have been telling each other stories for years. Our history is one grand story. We’ve edited it often to cater for present powers but in the end, the human mind tends to seek out the truth. In that truth, we then attempt to make it meaningful. That even though we did wrong, we were justified by the greater good.
Story is the god of this overly entertained generation. We will want to know that we are some kind of hero serving a World saving purpose. We hardly want to be supporting actors.
Originally posted on TIME:
The story you tell yourself about your life.
When your vision of your life story is inadequate, depression can result.
Psychotherapists actually help “rewrite” that story and this process is as, if not more, effective than medication.
According to the psychologist Michele Crossley, depression frequently stems from an “incoherent story,” an “inadequate narrative account of oneself,” or “a life story gone awry.” Psychotherapy helps unhappy people set their life stories straight; it literally gives them a story they can live with. And it works. According to a recent review article in American Psychologist, controlled scientific studies show that the talking cure works as well as (and perhaps much better than) newer therapies such as antidepressant drugs or cognitive-behavioral therapy. A psychotherapist can therefore be seen as a kind of script doctor who helps patients revise their life stories so that…
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