Some piece I stumbled across while going through old stuff
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What we can and do express are never the moments. They are
never the feelings of those short lived experiences. We only express whats
right before or right after the very moment of essence.
If only.
If only is a wonderful phrase. Shunned away, looked down upon by optimists and happy people like me. We see 'if only' only as an acceptance of mere human emotion-regret. We associate it with moments and people stuck in the past.
We never see it as something beautiful. I admit. I admit the strength of those who use the phrase despite the fear of being judged/labeled by the champions of brutal honesty like me. I admit my failure at expression of any moment of Now.
When you see 7 planes hovering in the beautiful skyline, all highlighted simultaneously on the backdrop of thunder/lightening, you are jolted out of your wonder. And you squeeze your eyes-as if requesting nature to replay. And nature does. But too late. You couldn't capture.
What we can capture are moments right after or right before. But never the moments themselves.
No witness to what we just experienced. No witness to what was felt. No expression.
What we can express is our failure to express.
If only. What a beautiful phrase.
If only.
If only is a wonderful phrase. Shunned away, looked down upon by optimists and happy people like me. We see 'if only' only as an acceptance of mere human emotion-regret. We associate it with moments and people stuck in the past.
We never see it as something beautiful. I admit. I admit the strength of those who use the phrase despite the fear of being judged/labeled by the champions of brutal honesty like me. I admit my failure at expression of any moment of Now.
When you see 7 planes hovering in the beautiful skyline, all highlighted simultaneously on the backdrop of thunder/lightening, you are jolted out of your wonder. And you squeeze your eyes-as if requesting nature to replay. And nature does. But too late. You couldn't capture.
What we can capture are moments right after or right before. But never the moments themselves.
No witness to what we just experienced. No witness to what was felt. No expression.
What we can express is our failure to express.
If only. What a beautiful phrase.
At any given point in time of our life, we can only express our failure to express.
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