"Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv'n thee till the break of day."
Indeed...why would you turn away? Dear Blake wrenched me with a (little) sense of guilt. Now, honestly, that's one of the most surprisingly difficult questions to answer. And there's probably another question that supersedes this: do you really turn away? Well...unless you belong to the minuscule clan of the 'believers', the life-affirming, life-embracing homo sapiens then, yes, you do.
It's such a gift if you can keep your eyes open the whole day long, and see all the pretty things instead of the ugly ones. I for one, tend to look for and find the ugly ones...and am unexpectedly satisfied when I do. It's an affirmation that life is not as glorious as it's all made out to be. But then maybe the fault lies with your eyes (or mine) because they decide what they see. Perhaps there's a certain way of looking that assures you only catch glimpses of the pretty things...so look. Look hard.
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Hey Emily, thanks for dropping by. Checked out your site as well...
Very profound.
Turn away ... turn away from what? From ugliness? From truth? From memories? From yourself?
I have known people who turn away and have always admired them from a distance. As for me I'd rather suffer than turn away :-)
Your blog is beautiful.
Can't help but look. Looks and looking. Perception. Apparent and Real. The facade. The actual. Things aren't always what they look are they? Sometimes I feel whatever I look at, looks like what I want it to look like.
"Things aren't always what they look are they? Sometimes I feel whatever I look at, looks like what I want it to look like."
That's the whole point, isn't it? That's why sometimes things are ugly; the same things, at other times, are beautiful. Which also means that when they look ugly the fault lies with you, because you want them to look ugly...
Nimms, I have wondered if what I am looking for is really just me? Do you look for yourself too?
Off course I do. And that's quite hard...and a bit painful sometimes when you realize where you stand.
Looking for yourself as opposed to looking at yourself. I can't stare me at mirror many times. But then I don't know who I am. So I look for myself hoping I find me somewhere :-)
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