Out There, In Here

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Out There, In Here


I looked out to sea, across the deep blue to the distant horizon,
If there was another me, they must be out of reach somewhere.
Rather than falling always too short, losing at the simplest games,
There may be a version, meeting no storm nor hurdle out there.

That reflected mirror, inverted and converted into something better,
A sharper mind and brighter smile, the one who illuminates the room.
The person to be, be with, or at least the person to be alongside,
Not hidden beneath, swept into the darkness by attention's broom.

Those who catch the waves, and those who are dashed on rocks,
Those who are slaves, and those who own the entire world.
Differences of moments, stepping off the curb or in the right place,
Collapsing under the weight, or black dresses and heirloom pearls.

We'll meet in the last night, recognizing each other's face as we pass,
You going toward the light, me heading further into the darkness.
For a moment a pause, to acknowledge the contrast of gains and misses,
And then each on our way, shaking our heads at blessings and curses.


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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 my respect , I love those line

Thanks mate :)

Dang! The two faces of Taraz. Now I feel a bit split, one personality that shines, and another that hides. Yup, now that I think about it, that's about right.

I love the last stanza, with the two personalities passing each other, knowing each other.

swept into the darkness by attention's broom

That is a very interesting line. I see a celebrity that outshines everyone else, even his own shadow.

And that photograph is fantastic! Is it from Croatia?

I think we are all split personality, depending on circumstances and all those moments where it could have gone another way. A minute too late, a second too early. We can't really know how we would be if we were born in very different circumstances, but we definitely wouldn't be the same as we are today.

Just imagine how much pressure is on various kinds of celebrities - yet we assume that because they get paid a lot, they should be fine with it. We see that they are not in the media all the time, but then say "they wasted their opportunity" or they "lost themselves" or something. It must be a hard life to always have to try and meet the expectations of people who will always want more.

And that photograph is fantastic! Is it from Croatia?

Yes. Her first time in waves :)

Heavy words there my friend.

The feeling of being incomplete, half way through a long race and not placing competitively. The vision of a better you having chosen better and enjoying the victory we can’t seem to snatch from the jaws of defeat.

All pleasantly distracting but fruitless. This is now and is all their is save suffering the past or fearing the firmest of the future.

We are the ones worth being or being with and we are more so with each passing day.

We are the ones worth being or being with and we are more so with each passing day.

Yet, I feel that we only deserve it if we are actively trying to improve ourselves. If we sit back and degrade by choice, are we still worth the effort?

I think it is more inevitable than it is a choice. We just get to choose how much to fight it and squeeze that extra bit of progress and joy. We are all worth the effort.

I am noticing more and more that people want effort put into them, they want opportunity, but aren't necessarily willing to put effort into themselves. At some point, the effort should go to those who not just want it, but also will value it enough to add to it

True. The number of times I meet someone half way and just stand there alone can get discouraging. I just appreciate having people disqualify themselves early so I don't have to feel bad not pouring any care on them in the future. Ain't nobody got time for that!

there is likely a pareto principle in play, where we spend 80 percent of our time, trying to satisfy 20 percent of the people, even if they aren't the ones we should be putting our energy into.

Wow! A whole other side (though no real surprise). Those sliding door moments, or inklings at alt selves in alt realities. We are all things at once.

imagine being born into a different set of circumstances, like an extremist family of some kind - what would be different?

I'm not sure. Nothing. You'd still feel love, a sense of belonging, unless something was niggling at you that wasn't right, or safe. We can't imagine how others live yet neither can they imagine our lives. Yet we are all in the same soup.

Dualities of a personality, a humanity, an entire universe of duality. Two sides of a coin of the same being, one dark, the other of light.

Beautiful verses.
Thanks for sharing.
Good day.

Dark and light are one and the same. It seems dualistic because we need to make sense of it, but is it really? In effect, there is only one single existence, we just call different parts of it different things because we can't understand the boundless nature of everything in unison.

I'm curious how many different interpretations people come up with for this.

That is the thing with art, isn't it?

Reading, I remembered Pedro Fulleda Bandera:

Of musician, poet and madman, we all have a little!

No one always acts rationally, since the typically illogical forces of art (music), love (poetry) or madness sometimes burst uncontrollably into his or her behaviour. These are the facets we find in this immense sea of the Hive.

Rational is always personal - since no one ever has perfect information and decision making ability to make it truly rational by fact.

Life can certainly be challenging but we make it what we can. The best thing is to strive to improve what we can when we can, which sometimes means yearning for a better self. It’s important not to give up!

I wonder if we could see a reflection of our better self, would it inspire us, or depress us?

Hmm
Nice poem
I was actually trying to give it another meaning in my head and you wrote something about meeting in the last night.
Then I tried to give the last night a meaning. Is the last night going to mean death or what?

Perhaps death, perhaps the last chance to make a change. Head in the same direction, or move another way.

Deep blue and distant horizon always make me lost in such thoughts.

And the sound of waves crashing in rhythm.

True, but in summer and fall only

What I like most about this writing is the acceptance of an existence with shortcomings and an internal struggle with oneself, while we can breathe there is still time to be able to get out of that darkness and move forward as far as we can, thank you for sharing.

Until the last breath, we needn't stop learning. Past that, no one knows.

♥️🦖🌊

Very nice lines. That's great.

You going toward the light, me heading further into the darkness.

The basic pattern of all my relationships. I just celebrated three years, but I'm fearful she is growing tired of my shenanigans.