i am born of the light. i rose from its foams, and i shall return to its depths.
WARNING:
death shall come on swift wings to anyone who dare disregard the sanctity of my territory.
Little Light got her pseudonym from her real name, the irish form of helen [greek] and evelyn [germanic] which means light.
she likes to think of herself as a stout little phoenix. she is an artist at heart but also writes because she believes that is how she can help shape history.
she claims to have the gift of seeing and prides herself in her ideas. if she were a book character, she would be scout finch.
when once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your
eyes turned upward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return. - leonardo da vinci (1452-1519)
we are not born all at once, but by bits; the body first, and the spirit later. our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth. - mary antin
i have often dreamed, of a far off place
where a hero's welcome, would be waiting for me
where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
and a voice keeps saying, this is where i'm meant to be
i'll be there someday, i can go the distance
i will find my way, if i can be strong
i know ev�ry mile, will be worth my while
when i go the distance, i'll be right where i belong
down an unknown road, to embrace my fate
though that road may wander it will lead me to you
and a thousand years, would be worth the wait
it might take a lifetime but somehow i'll see it through
i won't look back, i can go the distance
and i'll stay on track, no, i won't accept defeat
it's an uphill slope, but i won't lose hope
till i go the distance, and my journey is complete
but to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
for a hero's strength is measured by his heart
like a shooting star, i will go the distance
i will search the world, i will face its harms
i don't care how far, i can go the distance
till i find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms
i will search the world, i will face its harms
till i find my hero's welcome, waiting in your arms
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
metamorphosis
people change. it is a part of growth. to hold on to an image of yourself five years ago because it is what you think is the perfect version of you, to promise today that you would remain completely the same person five years now--hanging out in the same places, doing the same things, thinking the same thoughts--is a betrayal of yourself and what you could possible be.
when i was younger, i used to say that i would always stay the way i was and believe in the same things until my hair turns gray. looking back, i can say now that my perspective was limited. the day i accepted this and allowed nature to take its course, i was freed.
thus, i cannot and will not promise to always believe in something, or to never do something. i was not even the same person i was a year ago. what i say now, i might even contradict later, and that is okay. i am not beholden to anyone but myself. i trust that at the end of the long winding road, everything will make sense, and a clear picture will emerge. steve jobs once said that you cannot connect the dots looking forward. you can only connect them looking backwards.
there was a time when i didn't care what i put online. i said anything i wanted to say. i ranted, told everyone my dreams, and poured my heart out. i even wrote my love letters on my blogs for all the world to see. i was an open book.
then came a time when i realized that there had to be a limit; that some things were meant to be kept to yourself. so whenever i wanted to say something but knew i couldn't say it, i retreated to my inner world. i felt suffocated, i hated the feeling of being gagged, but i also knew that it was the right thing to do.
things are a lot different now. other than the fact that i am not emo anymore, i know better now. i hate it though when my old blogs appear in google searches. it's like being stripped naked in public!
and yet, reading my old blogs remind me of how much i have changed over the years. i find my old entries amusing. they can be a good source of laughter sometimes. :-) so, i decided to keep my old blogs no matter how embarrassing they are. i just pray that no one ever bothers to use google on me.
this peasant-turned-king in this article sounds crazy, but the story rings a familiar bell. sometimes we do fall into the trap of i'll-be-happy-only-after.
so i'm doing this exercise, as suggested by the article.
1. there are malls everywhere! you never run out of choices for food and clothes. 2. i live near the best law school in the country. :-) 3. i get paid so much more at work. :-)
