All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Once Upon A Song
Initially, she did not seem beautiful to him. She was just another plain, normal girl. Plain, perhaps pretty, but certainly not beautiful. They were passing acquaintances, they laughed at the same jokes, hung around the same people, but they were not close, and had only spoken to each other briefly before. He knew her only well enough to exchange greetings when they passed in the street.
Fate is a cruel thing. It would bring people together, toy with their feelings, then tear then apart. Such was the case with them. They both went for the same camp, both with a different group of friends. That was when he first began to notice her. He was curious about the petite girl and inquired about her. His discoveries shed a new light on the girl.
Their personalities could not have been anymore different. He was arrogant while she was pleasant. He was aloof while she was friendly. He was the solitary sort while she was gregarious. He was passionate while she was demure. This made his even more interested in finding out more about her.
Over the course of the next year, his interest in the girl grew. By a strange twist of fate, he joined the girl's church through a friend's invitation. The friend suspected that he liked the girl, but it was untrue as he was not attracted to the girl. Not just yet.
He had spent his life seeking beautiful things, and when he found something of worth, he would go to the ends of the earth to aquire it, regardless of the cost. His persuit included many things; musical instruments, trinklets, many things of great material wealth, for he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but never was he to imagine that he sould soon be seeking something no amount of wealth can give him.
They were involved in many activities together. She had tried to join a group, she was unaware that he too was involved, but unfortunately, another organisation she was in had disallowed her to join this group. See how fate had placed them together, then tore them apart? Fate was enticing him, toying with him, enjoying his feeling of torment. They even lived within a stone's throw away from each other. Always so close, yet so far.
The mind is a curious thing. What u believe in something it will become a reality for you. When he first began the think that she was beautiful, she did not seem any different from what she was, but as time passed, her visage became more and more beautiful to him. He saw that she conducted herself well with a femine air, graceful and elegant, matured yet innocent. Through his eyes, she became a princess, the person of his dreams.
He knew that it was folly to seek after her hand, as he knew that she felt nothing for him, yet hope spurred his on to declare his feelings for her. The few minutes spent waiting for her reply was the longest minutes of his life. He had, after all, bared his soul to her, and the prospect of her reply hung over his anticipation like a sword of Damocles. Her reply, although anticipated, pitched him into the deepest, darkest abyss. He was miserable, he felt that it was his fault, for gettting close to new people so quickly. For his best efforts as he saw it, he had been rejected and dumped.
For the following months, it was simply pure torment even to see her. He felt unworthy of her, as if was a swan, and he was simply the ugly duckling, wishing to join the swan, but felt himself unworthy. Who was he, after all, to think that he was worthy of her?
Their relationship grew more bleak as time passed. She avoided meeting his eyes when they met in the hall, gone were the days when she graced him with her sweet greetings, but was now replaced with a cold indifference. All of this had happened within a short space of nine months. Nine months to become, from casual friends, to complete strangers.
Many would expect such a story to have a happy ending where the girl accepts the guy and they live happily ever after. This however, was not the case for the individuals in the story. The girl has yet to forgive the guy while the guy has yet to win the girl approval.
Sometimes, there will come a someone in your life that will create such an impact in your life that you will never be able to forget that person. Wounds at the heart may heal, but the scars will remain etched there forever, every throbbing, every waiting for the person who had first inflicted the scar to come and sooth the pain. More often than not, that person will never appear. The protagonist in the story is still waiting. I am still waiting. You see, the guy in the story is me, and i am still waiting, holding on to my faith, still hoping for a miracle to happen. As it is said 'Look to love and you may see, and if it should leave, then give it wings'. But if such a love is meant to be, hope is home, and the heart is free.
If one is able to empathise with me or has a comment, please feel free to tag my blog, but if what u want to bear is contempt, then please keep the comments to yourself and refrain from tagging this blog.
Inspired by Michele in a moment of melancholy on Chirstmas DayWongWenPu 25-12-2005
A mighty pain to love it isAnd 'tis a pain that pain to miss;But of all pains, the greatest painIt is to love, but love in vain.Abraham Cowley
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