We should never forget what we have.
Every evening, as I sit down after supper, I think of all the things that pain me.
It would seem that if we let such things go, the pain will leave us.
Seldom do we ponder on why we have hold on them.
I am drawn to the charm of death.
Though I am drawn to the charm of life as often as I am drawn to it's opposite,
it is hard not to think about death.
At times, I think that death was one of the many arts that the divine being has gifted us with, the art of letting go of one's life.
This art seems so beautiful.
It glitter's like the White Witch of winter.
After yesterday night, when mother and I discussed on my life, the dreams troubled me and I think of the White Witch again.
But, even as I write this, I cannot play at being ignorant of a recent death.
This death was by someone I've never known.
Yet, his death, especially at the posts left at his wall, never to be answered again touched me.
I hope and hope again that I will not fall to the socery of the Witch as Edmund once did.
Interesting post, and kind of cryptic as well. There are some allusions to Game of Thrones? We've talked about that, and I can see why you have been reading it so avidly. The "game of life" is definitely at the core of it's story, and it doesn't have to be set in a mysterious kingdom to appeal to a wide audience. The human struggles are very immediate and connected.
ReplyDeleteI've also visited Facebook profiles of the dead, and it feels so haunting and lonely to think about how someone could post their last status update. Definitely a new phenomena that didn't exist so much even ten years ago. Anyways, cheer up and stop thinking about White Witches. You are young and have your entire life ahead of you.;)