w00t!!! Update~!!!
Now, I've decided. This LJ thing of mine will be updated with bits and pieces of what my puny little brain can produce a.k.a. literary stuff and blah. It's all for the sake of updating this one XDXDXD
Anyway, the one in that lj cut is actually done for my lit class...and it's supposed to be a reflection paper. Well, it still is in my view. I'm a person who hates using "I" in reflection papers or anything that people in front of me (or rather, people I don't quite trust yet) will read.
The Rain Always Stops
There are a million different kinds of people in the world. Some would shun away all to live in their own little world which only they could control. Some would open their arms to any who would come. With all of these kinds, it will always be hard to find a place to fit in.
And so there is always rejection.
Rejection comes in different guises and faces. Not all the time do they come with weapons to shoo you away. Sometimes, they come with open arms. They welcome you and you feel cherished. You receive happiness that you deserve and then you will say to yourself, “This is enough. This is what I could call home.” Then suddenly, your home comes tumbling down in shattered pieces. Masks are thrown away and all you see are laughing, mocking faces. And then you are left with nothing but a broken soul.
Every human being holds a fear of rejection within their hearts. They run and hide, trying to get away from pain, the pain that comes when someone denies you of being you. Pain is something that rules every soul. They create fear and thus, you withdraw from the world, hiding away in a shell of security as the rain pours down heavily with loud bleary drops upon your shell. And you tell yourself, “I need nothing, so please give me that.”
You think that when you meet nothing, you won’t get hurt.
Because nothing happens.
Nothing at all.
Yet nothing is never enough. You realize that it’s hard to stand alone, that two feet are not enough to live with, that there is a need for a third - or even more for that matter! - and that, despite the pain that was caused by the sharp and dangerous stabs, it was good. It was better. It was best.
Slowly, and cautiously, an arm reaches out to see if it was still raining or if the sun has finally shown.
New faces greet you. They are warm and happy. They smile, extending a hand to help you stand up properly. At first, you tense up, your body stiff and unfeeling. Then their warmth spreads to your fingers, giving a tingling feeling as it reaches your spine and down to the very tips of your toes. They offer you a smile, a smile to borrow until you find your own.
Your journey starts once again. Your baggage is small and so is your ride. There are others within your ride. They are not many but there are enough. You know there is nothing to fear when they are there because they touch with their souls not with their hands. And you know, just like how you know that you breathe, that they are true, as true as the sun that shines in each and every rain.
There are pit stops and such. Sometimes, you even end up with a broken ride. You get lost in some place but in the end, you always find one another. And despite the bickering and fights, you know that you’ll all be in one ride, one road and one end.
You’ve all come a long way and you’re glad that you’re still whole. A few came and hitched a ride. It became a bit crowded but it was still fine and it was still a sunny day.
You remember the time when you were hiding within your own “secure” shell, and then the time you decided to see whether the sun was out or not.
And then you notice. They were always waiting for you just as you were for them.
***It's damn short, I know. But hey, it was only limited to 2 pages with a *horrified scream* font size 12, double-spaced.
And I work with a font size 8!!!!
P.S. I'm sure some of you guys have seen Sasori, ne? *squee* HE'S SO ADORABLE~!!!
Anyway, the one in that lj cut is actually done for my lit class...and it's supposed to be a reflection paper. Well, it still is in my view. I'm a person who hates using "I" in reflection papers or anything that people in front of me (or rather, people I don't quite trust yet) will read.
The Rain Always Stops
There are a million different kinds of people in the world. Some would shun away all to live in their own little world which only they could control. Some would open their arms to any who would come. With all of these kinds, it will always be hard to find a place to fit in.
And so there is always rejection.
Rejection comes in different guises and faces. Not all the time do they come with weapons to shoo you away. Sometimes, they come with open arms. They welcome you and you feel cherished. You receive happiness that you deserve and then you will say to yourself, “This is enough. This is what I could call home.” Then suddenly, your home comes tumbling down in shattered pieces. Masks are thrown away and all you see are laughing, mocking faces. And then you are left with nothing but a broken soul.
Every human being holds a fear of rejection within their hearts. They run and hide, trying to get away from pain, the pain that comes when someone denies you of being you. Pain is something that rules every soul. They create fear and thus, you withdraw from the world, hiding away in a shell of security as the rain pours down heavily with loud bleary drops upon your shell. And you tell yourself, “I need nothing, so please give me that.”
You think that when you meet nothing, you won’t get hurt.
Because nothing happens.
Nothing at all.
Yet nothing is never enough. You realize that it’s hard to stand alone, that two feet are not enough to live with, that there is a need for a third - or even more for that matter! - and that, despite the pain that was caused by the sharp and dangerous stabs, it was good. It was better. It was best.
Slowly, and cautiously, an arm reaches out to see if it was still raining or if the sun has finally shown.
New faces greet you. They are warm and happy. They smile, extending a hand to help you stand up properly. At first, you tense up, your body stiff and unfeeling. Then their warmth spreads to your fingers, giving a tingling feeling as it reaches your spine and down to the very tips of your toes. They offer you a smile, a smile to borrow until you find your own.
Your journey starts once again. Your baggage is small and so is your ride. There are others within your ride. They are not many but there are enough. You know there is nothing to fear when they are there because they touch with their souls not with their hands. And you know, just like how you know that you breathe, that they are true, as true as the sun that shines in each and every rain.
There are pit stops and such. Sometimes, you even end up with a broken ride. You get lost in some place but in the end, you always find one another. And despite the bickering and fights, you know that you’ll all be in one ride, one road and one end.
You’ve all come a long way and you’re glad that you’re still whole. A few came and hitched a ride. It became a bit crowded but it was still fine and it was still a sunny day.
You remember the time when you were hiding within your own “secure” shell, and then the time you decided to see whether the sun was out or not.
And then you notice. They were always waiting for you just as you were for them.
***It's damn short, I know. But hey, it was only limited to 2 pages with a *horrified scream* font size 12, double-spaced.
And I work with a font size 8!!!!
P.S. I'm sure some of you guys have seen Sasori, ne? *squee* HE'S SO ADORABLE~!!!