(23) The Sorrows of Young Writer March 2

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet 
And voices at the door

Tolkien

 

March 2

Dearest Friend,

 

Remember that the matters of the heart come and go. The matters of survival likewise come and go. Be aware that survival does not always depend on the matters of the heart. I have decided I cannot reflect on the pain, as I do not have time for that. Is it not too blunt to say that? I do not have time. I hear that too often. I wish we stopped lying and said the truth: It’s not important. At the moment it is not important to reflect on the pain. Tonight it is not important to go out to the cinema with you instead of ‘I do not have time’. You have time, you own your time, and you just want to allocate it elsewhere. That is fine.

I will reach out to you, my friend, as soon as it will be important…

 

Be safe,

Writer

 

P.S. : I think a lot about these words that came to me recently. Think about them too.

  

Shall there be ‘I’ it would seek,

the vision through demise, creeping while I weep,

and the end of the ‘deep’, the surface bewildered,

reality is the outcome; what I have filtered.

 

There is no ‘I’ in the world of mine, no ego.

The multitude lies underneath,

grasping where those seas flow.

But do not mourn the death of ‘you’

what you have seen is a lie unless it’s true.