[though it looks like one, this isn't a poem; it's just an unedited thought i scribbled out during a concert to the other night. i just preserved the format here that i wrote in my book, based on the book's physical constraints. the mental image i got was cooler than the words this time, but here they are anyway.]
adventures are challenging,
difficult and painful at times.
but worth it.
always worth it.
the whole point of exploring is
to uncover uncharted territories.
places that quite literally no one
has gone before.
which is honestly terrifying,
when you think about it.
because no one can know
what there is to be found.
but though there could be
tigers or snakes or monsters
or our biggest insecurities
waiting to stare us in the face,
no one will ever know their strength
until they face them.
[i've always said i love adventure--all sorts of it--but i'm not so sure if i ever really fully processed this aspect of it. out of default and experience, i've accepted it, but i don't know if i've ever really committed to accepting it willingly.]
1 comment:
honestly, i think it's the formatting that i love most about this. there's something genuine about jotting down thoughts as fast as they come, even if they aren't refined, and i like that you've kept that feel here.
i also like your labels.
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