Crimson, breezy, humid All but one And haven't I any idea So bury my head in the sand Just so not to shame my mom For apparently, I am never the same I have changed.
When one's mind wanders during moments of contemplation, random thoughts flicker in the brain. And among those thoughts could be something that might make him suddenly realize a certain thing that matters a lot. It matters a lot that one could react about it in the most unusual way.
In the case of the persona in the poem, the epiphany that hit him/her was an eye opener. He/she suddenly realized that much change has already taken place within him/her. It certainly is a change that anyone will not be proud of for the poetic persona feels he/she doesn't have a face to show to his/her mother anymore.
The message is clear. From time to time, each of us should reflect; check if the man in the mirror is the same with, worse or better than person he/she used to be. Since we matter to the people who love us, we should make sure that the persons that will become of us are persons to be proud of. Our existence is not merely for ourselves, but also for others, most especially for our family.
I love what this poem bears. I'm glad I read it. I've just had an epiphany. =)
When one's mind wanders during moments of contemplation, random thoughts flicker in the brain. And among those thoughts could be something that might make him suddenly realize a certain thing that matters a lot. It matters a lot that one could react about it in the most unusual way.
In the case of the persona in the poem, the epiphany that hit him/her was an eye opener. He/she suddenly realized that much change has already taken place within him/her. It certainly is a change that anyone will not be proud of for the poetic persona feels he/she doesn't have a face to show to his/her mother anymore.
The message is clear. From time to time, each of us should reflect; check if the man in the mirror is the same with, worse or better than person he/she used to be. Since we matter to the people who love us, we should make sure that the persons that will become of us are persons to be proud of. Our existence is not merely for ourselves, but also for others, most especially for our family.
I love what this poem bears. I'm glad I read it. I've just had an epiphany. =)
A Greek philosopher once said that it's impossible to step into the same river twice. Each of us is a river. Being is a kinematic process, a changing from moment to moment out from some kind of mystic projector.
I live deliberately and deeply. Thoreau would always haunt me and tell me to 'suck the marrow out of life' and I resolved I can do that through writing. more..