Poetic Perspectives

 Love is so simple when we are young. Like, Hey I like that person, so I love You. But as we grow older we add rules and stipulations as if love were a game. Jealousy creeps into the equation and we lose sight of what we truly cherish about that beautiful person we fell head over heels for.

The little stuff. Like the way her eyes twinkle as she smiles at you. It makes your heart flutter. Almost skip a beat. This girl can make you melt with a single touch, like butter baby. So why do you suffocate her? Maybe you need a girl who likes suffocation the way you do; To be smothered in love one moment. Like you can't move. Caught in the headlight eyes of your lovers gaze. But the next we want to run like that deer caught in the headlights.
I want to fly away and see the whole world. The places unseen, every beautiful crevice, every lonely shadow. I want to experience every thrill, like jumping out of a plane not pulling the shoot until the last possible second.  Am I too deep an individual, too complicated? When they think they know exactly who I am I seem to change..It's not that though. I'm not changing, I'm only trying to grow as a person. To wisen up, to humble myself, and to realize my past mistakes. To grow from them and learn not to resent myself because of them.

Our beauty lies in the very fiber of our existence. Down to the energy the protons and neutrons produce as they cycle around their nucleus. That very energy represents you, and you are beautiful beyond comprehension. If we learn to focus our energy where we want it to be. We will grow on a fundamental level, be who we aspire to become, and live on our own terms. For the only person holding us back is ourselves. Everyone else's doubts are an illusion. A reflection of their own self doubts. The only limits are the ones we choose to abide by, these limitations are set to guide us down a path predetermined to better everyone's life but your own. Why must we settle for these lives and only dream for what we truly want? Why don't we chase these dreams? Like a feather caught in the wind, fluttering wherever nature chooses to take us. Why do we not grasp that feather before it's too late? Fluttering in natures eternal breeze holds a beauty all in it's own. But to be that person you see as you look towards the horizon, you've got to grab that feather, stick it in your pocket and run with it. Headstrong into life's grand adventure. Dauntless is what we must become in such a daunt filled world. Cut the giants down at their ankles, for when they fall they will be on our level. Maybe then we can look them in the eyes and see them for what they truly are; Our own forced perspectives.
I for one will not equalize myself with the odious. Malevolence has no place in the balance of nature. Good and bad? On the scales of the universe which is heavier, illumination or darkness? Is there a balance to be found, or is it actually all grey? Is the truth muddled and lacklusterly or shining with a fiery brilliance more beautiful than the sun's effervescent warmth? I hope to transcend these pondering thoughts one day.

-Garrett Doan