“Wine is a mocker, strong drink is a brawler and whoever is led astray by it is not wise” – a strong proverb which I truly acquiesced.
In this kaleidoscope, I try to elucidate my modest attempt to define what I mean by more than life and of how I enjoy it to the said fullness of my existence. More than that, I learn to define love, circumscribe actions, beau fait with problems and appreciate life as I am given the chance to enjoy it.
In the big bad world, I learned to be sober, to be thoughtful, solicitous and sympathetic. I learned to wear the wardrobe of being wild, feral and sometimes outrageous for all I know I need those to be me, to be like those men in the ecosphere – with the names.
The world to me
I was once walking on an aisle garbed with an elegant smile with fancy and modish – with pride. But in front of the crowd, my vision was vague. My ear could not hear but my tongue was so smooth and it swallowed the precious words which suppose you do not deserve to be heard. Of it, some may cherish and some forsake. Then I realized the arrogance was embedded with vain and if truth be told, it is otiose.
Pragmatically, in every morning the sun rises and drops simple rays on my face, I feel the innocence of my being a noble and magnanimous citizen. The spirit of smugness, of gallantry and boldness, is in my hands as a tenant of the land where I belong; successor of my forefathers’ endeavor. And the treasure that they left behind is painted and forever will linger in my heart and soul until I never see the world is around playing with me.
I am too ambitious, I admit. I want to catch the treasure of bar gold shining on top of the mountain. But I know it is never easy, even I know the secret pathways to get the gold; the quickest shortcut is to climb up on the cliff and the second is to ride on a cable car. I never chose any of those options for I knew when there is bright, what comes next is the dark.
Life is a painting that you need paints to add colors on it. And you cannot come up a very good painting if you do not choose the very good paints. Furthermore, love is an essential substance of molding your passion in achieving the fullness of life.
Life on perspective
Life, in my own perspective, is the greatest treasure I ever have for it is the only reason of what I am now, where I am today, and how people ascertain me. Never in my wildest dream to shun, eschew or reject the sweet temptations of wine nor abstain or ignore from strong drinks but I am just poor enough to disobey and contravene the principles I am ought to follow. I was raised up and full-grown in a relentlessly healthful environment where the courage of spirituality reigns in absolute modesty, I mean it.
Putting my modesty aside, I am spiritually sober than my casual friends but I am not that profound enough since I never know them beyond their daily lives. Contrariwise, I know they are compassionate, sympathetic and kind.
I see myself as a foe sometimes when I hate to be alone. It is maybe because I do not try myself to see the world on the other way around. Even I seem to be a lucky tyke called to be a man, having a life with complete affection, I am sometimes insecure – insecure of the vague things I consider uncertain. Out of this uncertainty, I feel unfruitful and vain by which this is somehow, I believed, the reason why I am ashamed to face the world. I am vain and I think I am incapable of that certain thing. I am vain and I think they are better than me. I am vain and I think I am hopeless. Hopeless of the relationship to my love-ones. Hopeless of the reality to what and where I am now. Hopeless for my family. Hopeless. I am vain and I am hopeless. I think. And I want to get rid of this! That’s just fairly I mean.
The purpose of my existence
On the other hand, I pragmatically believed that life is like a game by which several challenges would come along the way which you would need to overcome in order to attain victory. Now I understand life and I know I am on the right path towards realization of my ever dreamed goal. I try to teach myself being more focus, obedient, resilience, and even more active to the things I believed I have the guts. I will love my own way of how I cherish the fullness of life. Plato once said, “The existentialism of man is to enjoy it to the fullest.”
Sometimes, I am down, oftentimes I am up. But most of the time I enjoy, I cherish and I love the real essence of the beauty of the fullness life. That’s Who Am I. So, do you?…
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About this Prose
I wrote this prose to define the real meaning of life I am enjoying now. What I see in life as what I am today and of how I see life towards gaining wisdom from life’s experiences.