Bitter/Sweet

Man inside this cocoon. A cocoon of social obligations, wishes, desires, of self and the others. Some people will break out and be beautiful creatures. Some die inside the cocoon. And then those who did break out, but whose colours were not as bright, whose stride not that high. They tried, they did. Hard. To become a part of the league. To become a part of the stream that flows and is followed. Hard. But obviously they did not fit in. Not that they were special or extraordinary. Never. They had no shine or sparkle. No sweet tones of honey in their speech or money in their pockets.They were defined as being different.

No one could stand against the sunshine. No one to chose the bitter over the sweet.What relevance did the shine have without the darkness or what joy in the sweet when no bitter to make it sweet?

To all those who are labelled as different, it is time to redefine. Yourself, for yourself.

This world is great. In all of its greatness, is reflected the influence of a few. A few who chose who would be considered great. And also a few who chose to be great for themselves. They didn't crave the greatness of the world nor the applause that is so hollow that it echoes even in vacuum. To these dull butterflies I say go on. No one will understand you. Your motives are strange. Your ways unacceptable. But does that mean your sacrifices are in vain? Remember what you left wasn't for the shine. What you gained wasn't for the glory. Our life is not one of shine. Accept it. Not one of glory. Remind yourself. But it is a life of courage and substance. To be brave enough to break out and to survive. Against the flow. Not giving what is asked for, but what you wish to give. Being what you are born to be, not what you are turned into. Remember the roots, the birth. The shine fades away. It wasn't meant for you to taste. It was because you rejected the shine, that it remained and remains, for others to chase.

Remember.