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The compelling idea of the day is a powerful one. At once it both explains a great stress in my life and gives me an idea of how I can overcome a hefty road-block.
I'm a resentful bastard. It all stems from the first time someone used me to their advatange with little regard for the effect it would have on me. I may never get over it really... but more dastardly, I find that I'm left feeling as though I've been a stepping stone whenever a relationship or friendship ends.
As I'm not an artist who can visually create an image, I will try to describe what I see within my mind.
There's a river. On the left side of the river there is a little valley surrounded by nearly vertical cliffs. The mountain is soft and not imposing, but at the same time it's adamant in how the only exit for the valley is across the river. The valley is bright, but there is no direct sunlight, it is completely overcast through the entire valley.
The valley is lush with grass, ferns, and lichen. There are a couple of shady trees, but there is no fruit on any of them. Animals within the valley include flightless birds, foal, and large sloths.
Across the river from the valley is the forrest. It is a forrest that grows in density as it expands into the background across rolling hills which are building up to snow covered peaks. In the distance, the trees are primarily pine trees and are green. Near the banks, fall shows itself with trees bearing yellow and red leaves. Many of these leaves have fallen to the ground already and appear as a carpet leading into the forrest.
There continues to be overcast lighting on this side as well, but there are brilliant streaks of light which illuminate various sections of the forrest from breaks in the clouds.
Above the forrest, an eagle is flying and also a vulture. There is a majestic horse in front of the forrest among other animals.
The river itself is wide and mostly calm. There are a few sections which appear treacherous, but most imposing is the apparent distance which needs to be crossed.
I'm there, crossing the river, my left foot reaching off the shore and on the first stone. Beside me is a woman with purple hair, reaching out with her right foot. We're both holding each other for balance. We're both wearing bright colors.
She's looking to me with an expression of hope at me.
I'm looking downstream into the water at the reflection we're making. She's not reflected and I can only see myself. A darker image of myself is the only reflection I can see. It's twisted and distorted and it appears as though the woman's foot is stepping on the sole of my reflected foot.
On my non-reflected face there is an expression of hopelessness and on the reflected face, there is a clear expression of resentment.
I'm a resentful bastard. It all stems from the first time someone used me to their advatange with little regard for the effect it would have on me. I may never get over it really... but more dastardly, I find that I'm left feeling as though I've been a stepping stone whenever a relationship or friendship ends.
As I'm not an artist who can visually create an image, I will try to describe what I see within my mind.
There's a river. On the left side of the river there is a little valley surrounded by nearly vertical cliffs. The mountain is soft and not imposing, but at the same time it's adamant in how the only exit for the valley is across the river. The valley is bright, but there is no direct sunlight, it is completely overcast through the entire valley.
The valley is lush with grass, ferns, and lichen. There are a couple of shady trees, but there is no fruit on any of them. Animals within the valley include flightless birds, foal, and large sloths.
Across the river from the valley is the forrest. It is a forrest that grows in density as it expands into the background across rolling hills which are building up to snow covered peaks. In the distance, the trees are primarily pine trees and are green. Near the banks, fall shows itself with trees bearing yellow and red leaves. Many of these leaves have fallen to the ground already and appear as a carpet leading into the forrest.
There continues to be overcast lighting on this side as well, but there are brilliant streaks of light which illuminate various sections of the forrest from breaks in the clouds.
Above the forrest, an eagle is flying and also a vulture. There is a majestic horse in front of the forrest among other animals.
The river itself is wide and mostly calm. There are a few sections which appear treacherous, but most imposing is the apparent distance which needs to be crossed.
I'm there, crossing the river, my left foot reaching off the shore and on the first stone. Beside me is a woman with purple hair, reaching out with her right foot. We're both holding each other for balance. We're both wearing bright colors.
She's looking to me with an expression of hope at me.
I'm looking downstream into the water at the reflection we're making. She's not reflected and I can only see myself. A darker image of myself is the only reflection I can see. It's twisted and distorted and it appears as though the woman's foot is stepping on the sole of my reflected foot.
On my non-reflected face there is an expression of hopelessness and on the reflected face, there is a clear expression of resentment.